The scene plays hide-and seek
With the imagination.

Quickly, the mist lifts to reveal
The valley in colorful cohesion.

A black bird with a hooked beak
Lands precariously on a limb.

The mind, like bark, begins to peel
Haze under the trembling quiet of a hymn

Mumbling inside the breath of the woman
Who continually sings of the glory

Come down on earth like mist
Re-entering the forgotten valley.

An invisible dew moistens the land.
The sound of wetness, but no drop felt.

Voices in the distance hiss
As the vision's haze starts to melt.