Check out this “Ecographic” created by Kenny Hicks.
A symphony of calls high above
Voices without a form
No body, just sound,
as if it’s the trees themselves.
There is no recitative
There is no intermission
This music has no beginning, no end.
It’s the music of the forest
It started with the first sprout
It will until the fall of the final stoic pillar
Once all the musician have left
And have found a new concert hall
I have never seen
the color green
as others always see it;
The trees won’t hold
as many have perceived it—
has tones of lime
that lead me to suspect
That the color green
that others have seen
is something to protect
Caught in the web.
What was promised to bring life-
now imprisoned by a dealer of death.
The flower so hopeful to send off her young with the breeze
To flutter and flow amongst the trees
All hope crushed in the invisible noose
To dangle aimlessly
The scream of a child
The screech of chipmunk
The chipmunk does not know of play
The child knows naught of survival
Hundreds of yards and millions of years separation
Yet originating from the same
Is the child blessed or cursed
Is the chipmunk blessed or cursed
One free in the forest
One confined to a schoolyard
spring is upon us, it has sprung
to pack away winter, the time has come.
the flowers are blooming the grass is turning green
birds chirp around us, wishing to be seen.
the smell is fresh, the breeze is cool
food on the grill makes us drool.
a heap of sunshine, no sign of gray
it really can brighten up our day.
Sun beating down,
Water all around.
A quaint breeze,
Flows throughout the trees.
Studying is in the back of the mind,
Leaving all thoughts behind.
Relaxing in the pool,
Not thinking of school.
Starting to get crispy,
I was feeling risky.
A nice day and yummy food,
Puts Lexi in a good mood.
The day is done,
Feeling beat from the sun.
There I lay:
in the middle of May
in the middle of day
in the middle of a week
in the middle of a lake
in the middle of a deep
in the middle of a sleep
in the middle of a wake–M’aidez!
the Lion grows everywhere but is considered a pest
with its ferocious golden mane, by the sun it is blessed
Its body a straw drinking the nutrients it craves
Fueling the fire above, thus illuminating the blaze