As the turtle dawned the rising sun

silent and slowly perceived

the bird sang loud and clear

among the branches of

a copper beech tree

Filling the air with whistled warmth

extending light to the forest floor

the pair made a pact right there

where they met on sandy shore

To be as one not act alone

turtle and bird could see

the water the wood

earth fire and sky

became more for us

and less for me

Since that moment on they would say

with patience love and glee

"we will hone our craft

with precious time

offerings made of

wood and pottery!"