My leafy body translucently twirls,
Single I share this occasioned world.
My own reflections in daylight primes,
A transfiguration, when it is time.
To leave God's soul travel elsewhere,
Personify a passion of yearn,
Share human touch without discern,
Oppose a marraipe quite distinct,
His Summer dried that evening sour,
Young Homer lay dying, his field, each hour.
Laid , as if slain, like the Lamb,
Pain disquiet until movement began.