Who, through the deep cloud
Commands, in
Infinite Lordship;
Brooding
Breathing, behind the black tops of
Trees encolumned along the mountain height
Cascading into depth of valley,
Falling into forest, unfolding
Wealth of dazzling green, its richness
Sung by a sea of white-blue cloud.
Who, beyond the drifting shapes that sail the sky,
Beyond the finitude of Forms,
Are You?
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