august

the summer smiles
in shining rays
upon our joyful
sacred days
a hallowed space
we here have made
on verdant hills
in dappled glade
an august church
of vaulting trees
a choir of
the humming bees
no stony walls
are needed by us
to sing together
in glorious chorus
we raise our voices
to the sky
the land, the wind
and you and I