Full Circle
Figure it out :P
Full Circle
Strong cypress lies aside me
Grown out of a field
Mockingbird sings freely
Never forced to yield.
A river of molten rock
Runs not far beyond
The deer and the crane
Visible from any stalk
Yet under the pouring rain
May yet breed a pond.
One elk runs alone
Only during the night
To where I sit and write
And make the seeds sown
Where the trees shiver
And elk drink from the river.