His Mighty

He is the sound of a waterdrop A waterdrop off a leaf into a pond He keeps monkeys and trees, bond And works zebras for donkeys He sprinkles scent on flowers And enchants buffaloes for mowers He spells vultures for brooms And grows green mushrooms He is the orchestral breeze through oak yards, cutinizing wood hard He sounds crunching branches And dances to antelope munches He tinges ladybirds and clothes lady ferns He incubates, hatches ants' eggs Some say he talks to figs Making branches dance in jigs He is the supple sound across woods, blessing mania to 'Croods' He escorts lizards into the sun And orders blizzards to fun He sleeps with moths under logs And helps lily pads hold frogs He's the soprano in sparrow melodies And plunges Farewell-to-spring in maroon dyes He sings 'twinkle-twinkle-little star' with fireflies In their glow, his fire lies He ties beauty to backs with lianas And tickles hyenas He offers sofa, roots and drops fruits Hunters say he slows down gazelles He hunts with lions and Picks which lion gives the killer bite He sharpens the claw of mongoose And floats away goose An old woman saw him fly with bees Helping them choose a log for a hive He tilts shoots towards the east Hikers say he's the red in the sunset He summons birds back to the nest. In his shade, life finds everest He is the shadow of the forest