In San Ity

Is insane unreality playing a tune that's not unkind Of rapt repeating echoes resonating in my mind? I look upon a new-leafed tree Alone within a field As sunlight filters through it In flickered hues of teal A shadow shape is dancing To the soft sung song of breeze I wonder as I watch enthralled Why have I never seen This madly waltzing maple shade of green? How many times I've stood here enjoying seasons' fate Not noticing the shadow shapes the sun and wind create To entertain the sweet insane who so appreciate