Step over nine beetles
Beneath deaf aspen applause,
Spy ruby berries
Covert on the vine.
Witness the open beak
Trill of a starling and
Boulders toe gripped
By a twisted pine.
Bumper car clouds
Evade and collide
As bungee caterpillars
Dangle and fall.
Slugs who embellish
The edge of the path
Feel no need for speed at all.
~Elizabeth Caldwell Grant
