sweet scented moss beneath
the wind whispers sweet comings.
approving crickets and chirps
and tweets and howls,
the animal spirits relished.
in the exposition of adulation
undulation and adoration~
in perfect cadence with the bellow of each thunder
our bodies synthesize in rhythm.
respires and sighs are needed not whispered
the forest will always abet~
the howls, roars, and moans of lovers
indulging in such rapture.