I know of a place,
In my neighborhood,
Where the Goddess is.
A tall cypress tree,
Taller than a mature,
California Palm tree.
It’s tip top,
Into the heavens,
As I perceive also,
The God Attis plays,
As the fulfillment of nature.
Freedom and beauty,
As you look up up,
From a distance.
Dark sparkling perfume,
Glowing green,
Weaving and mingling,
With the wild ivy,
Filled with blooms,
Small blossoms,
Circular and pointed,
Illuminated and clothed by bees,
Humming is the swarm,
Of their glories,
Their love bees.