All around the Hamlet
Mist shrouds green
And pokes of roof
Field unfurls to mountain and stream
Runs over a billion stones
The symphony of water
And birdsong in the forgetting light
And people spending time with one another.
The Earth is not an elder
It is not up to the Earth.
The Earth is an elixer
To make you drunk with life
Not culture
Not society
But first, before these things are built,
Life.
LYNCH 