A NATURE'S TRIPS.PART 3

or lavender for the bees or castor seed or palm plantation or cucumcer.We will not cease to racketeer the farmfields for the sky meteors.And the whole cabboodle of cosmogony cannot be denied of the seasons of parrots.Salamander that fix their eyes'tiny beads on distant cloud of light exploring the stars;are not quite hazy to find their path across the wild and wet nests.To tar the crooked way of the valley with the golden smile and swan out the island's ruins.To sing with blackbirds in the spruces.Will the river be stripped of its cove's stones,from the gulf and blackbirds ceased to grow their wild songs,in the high pines when great nest swayed branches's lattice,moon's brute music kindling inferno?Strangers to paradise in lonely fields with the burning wings.What an agony of a story likened to that of the pines and the twitching leaves so unpalatable for a raconteaur.The beguiling earth with bartered bodies hardly deciphers.Neither jagged beauty'stony trails rise in the rocky acres nor growl to break grief