These shadow islands
on a sea of sunshine.
       The pines seem to walk up-slope, slowly.

The wind in the pines,
      an arboreal soundscape
that cools skin and mind.

     Back-to-trunk I feel the sway...
     hear the roots murmur below.

Two crows - playful flight.
   They dive and wheel over pines,
setting up tight turns.

    The wind sings through their feathers
     and sounds just like a zipper!