Aléthea
Sweet is the whisper of the pine
beside the spring, goatherd,
and sweet
the sound you make
upon the pipes.
Here the ground is soft
with fallen leaves,
and the shade
of elm and poplar
trembles
in the quiet wind.
Nearby the water flows
clear from the rock,
cool even
in the heat of noon.
The bees hum
among the flowers,
and the cicadas sing
from the trees.
Everything here breathes
in gentle stillness —
earth,
water,
and air
together.