Equilibrium

The mildest wind –

a motley joker –

caresses gently willow trees.

He’s flirting,

gently pooling,

the yellow – green

of their shirts.

As it is summer - 

careless, glamour,

embracing motion,

light and life.

A beetle bug

is slowly climbing

atop the tallest

willow tree.

The playful wind

is flying, singing,  

and challenging the bug

to race with him.

The little bug

is unimpressed

as it is wise

beyond its size.

To race with winds

is almost pointless –

as the universe, the bug,

the tree and winds are one.