Child of mud and fire

Mountains echo with the ancient ring of breath in spring I awake to a primeval voice released from the soil The woods are filled with the sound of silent delight Emerging brightly from the mud like a child of fire A beautiful, fervent sentiment growing wild in summer The forest cracks with the sound of silent delight Oh, please do, breathe the form in and out of you Yukinori Maeda February 19th, 2015