Pebbles in a brook
A brook in a forest
A forest in a book
The book begins to breathe
Waking up and hopping around
In my room and with a joyous bound
Through the open window
A swound above the ground
The forest pouring like an inky waterfall
Like a wordy echo in those mountains
Birds and birds oh birdie birdie bee
Leaves a leaf a one-a two-a three
Gleefully lost in the sound
Of a forest in a book
A book in a poem
A poem in your lips
Your lips… Upon mine