Beneath a canopy astral glass,
where olive skies breathe in transcend,
thicket tunes trace a leaf's embroidery:
each sinew wrapped in knotty voice
singing forte, all oaken hymnal brocade.
In ciphered pines, the parrots coalesce,
radiance soaked upon fir tip talons—
resonance sways, the umber compass turns,
croaked secrets in pattern leaf veering,
unspooled glottal song between the brasseous line.