White Biocentrism

Daffodil bouquets display sunny faces for any chancing to pass
as dancing light-paced lilies white and sky-blue
interlace waves of swooning green leaves and cool grass
paved smooth by morning dew,

slim silk ribbons wreathing two thinking streams
mile after deep-felt mile underneath winking trees
mostly labeled oak and pine, fabled for hosting mysteries
when draped in soul-siren moonbeams

leading to the gold of this whole forest: a peak
where ear and eye of earth and sky seam to meet
and source sighs and watercourses release randomly to seek
untouched ground to land on--and plant a heartbeat.