The sky above The grass below And other colors in between. Where transport's wheels hug blacktop.
Motionless group stands conversing.
Eyes now pierce expressions, seeking greater meaning. Eyes, raised to infinite firmament, Discover wondrous hawk, Study effortless veering, soaring, dizzying height. Silently investigate budding trees, reflecting pond, greening grasses. In a thicket of pine the tall, broadly rounded trunk stands separated from its smaller kindred. Changing direction over time, the short, angled form split and forked while reaching ever upward.