The Oracle was philosophical this morning. Of course she was thinking about the moon, water, music, birds, trees, wind and light.
Night comes like a secret,
the moon breathing ancient air.
If I wander in deep rivers,
will the water teach me its song?
Ask birds how to behold dawn–
covering trees in poetry.
Why not listen to wind
as it seasons winter with clouds?
Who can follow light,
growing always more between?