The Sylvan Song

(by Joe Crookston)

It’s in the blooming of an orchid
It’s in a baby when she talks
It’s in the sugar of a maple
And in the silence of a hawk
It’s in your mother and your father
It’s in a stone rolling down
It’s in the wind chill factor falling
In an Oklahoma town
And it’s in your angry neighbor
It’s in the digging of a shrew
It’s in the belly of the Buddha
And I can see it in you
I can see it in you

It’s in the color forms of fire
It’s in the marmot and its call
It’s in the conduit of copper
And the light it brings us all
It’s in the wood that Jesus carried
It’s in the wood that Buddha chopped
It’s in a single cell cell dividing
Producing this year’s crops
And it’s in my rolling fingers
It’s in a Sylvan canoe
It’s in the belly of the earth
It’s in the belly of the earth
It’s in the belly of the earth
And i can see it in you
I can see it in you