Free Choice: Accord

I walk beneath the blue-bright skies
And look up at the leafy trees,
The backlit leaves like emerald eyes
Glow green against where sparrows fly.

I sit beside a dark, clear pool,
And watch the water-skitters glide
Above the surface tension: light
Like music touching six small points,
And dancing gently through my soul.

I live atop the green-blue world
That effortlessly speeds through space,
And clouds of ether, angel choirs
Part ways to let us through: the world
And me. We touch each other, this
Is barely felt at six small points,
And yet, like music sends its waves
Reverberating to the core.

I run along this rural path
And feel the breeze that I create,
And by connecting elevate,
Like music lifting to a higher state.