DAYBREAK IN THE MEADOW
Feasting upon the work of skilled hands
moths lay waste the wool,
termites dangle tendrils of hickory,
ants make dunes of oak dust.
Steadfast and secret,
the rampant nocturnal entropy proceeds
until dawn's delicate light caresses the irises,
which open like the eyes of children,
and the larks resume their song.
O the meadow, smitten by sunshine
and brimming with butterflies!