Standing at the edges of a bamboo forest,
(primordial forests of green shooting, sun-reaching stalks)
Tilt your ears and wait for the updrafting breezes
There. Hear it?
The opening chords of the universal symphony.
Now, listen again
and hear the world’s children
in cacophonous crying out
justice, something to eat, a drink of clean water
and the fiery love of a healthy mother’s eyes.
It is a single symphony, a serendipitous song,
but one encumbered and overwhelmed
by the sounds of
well-fed men, and silk-sated women
wanting more of that for which they have no need.
In the deepest music of the earth
are the true things:
unwritten, resounding, and sun-reaching..
David B.Weber, 2011