Song of Stellar's Jay

 
      in a forest of Redwoods
    the birds are all laughing
  and a sanguine sunset falls
over the chilled mountainside
 
I breath it all in:  
 
the long grass creates  
  a soft bed to bare feet  
    the calm summer sky  
      a few clouds drifting  
    and butterflies floating  
  in slow-motion migration  
I wish to align my vibrations  
 
I follow deep trails weaving  
  through thickets of woodland  
    opening gradually akin to  
      the spreading of hands  
    from the shaded cool  
  dampness to alarming  
oppressive bright heat  
 
I reject defeat and  
  it is here that I see  
    purple blossoms lining  
      perilous paths winding
    now finally I’ve arrived  
  at a steep little incline  
washed out by the rain  
 
I no longer feel any pain  
 
I exhale the song of Stellar’s Jay