I counted more grass than bald patches And the golden, chipped Buddha just watches While I figure my luck And this beauty that blossoms and hatches Six trees got cut down in the rain Surroundings turn leaves green in vain The hawks circle above and about While I watch my dark shadow sustain Sent Eva to fetch all the firewood She stared at the hawks as they stood Gliding atop all the singing of birds And singing the tune of dawn’s sunny mood The rocks all around are the theme And everything’s stitched at the seam The beige bark and the green of the grass Attend mass in the woods of this dream Push this rock away, for goodness’s sake Let the fox sleep and the bear lie awake We’ve got Eva to bark at the edge of the ridge Past a bridge under 80, this lake