Wind Doth Slice

the joy of life as wind doth slice
through the atmosphere -
sky is blue with clouds in view
moving as if we're

standing still up on a hill
enjoying a warm day
with senses satisfied in
every single way -

birds which sing as they begin
calling from the trees,
feeling we're surrounded
by living entities

both underground and too where sound
disappears in space
where electricity is found
as ion currents race

bringing life as through they slice
the plasma ocean's seas
brushing worlds which they entice
by electricity

to give birth like here on Earth
to conscious entities
so birds can sing upon the wind
with sounds which always please...