ABOVE THE TUMULTUOUS.

It’s quiet
In the sky
Where giants thrive;

Idle seen
From the green
Of ground’s beat.

Bound
And surrounded
By sound proofed space;

Yet sure
Enough to know
Of its own audio.

Often flown
Beyond the brow
Of gathered crowds;

Yet paths
Remain that maps
Have still to capture.

It spills
In silent frills
Across the wilderness

And rests
The best of us
Beneath it’s breath.