An old window
Is cracked open
Just enough
For the sound
And the light
To come through
On the shore
Ocean waves are rising
Ocean waves are crashing
Deep in the forest
Cicadas are buzzing
Frogs are calling
Hidden in the shadows
Somber shades
Of blue and green
Solitary glimmers
Of gold and black
Each of them
Calling and singing
With hopeful desperation
Grieving in the night
becoming tabitha 