Beneath summer stones

teems the myriad of life,

worlds beneath cover

What's worth the seeing

is worth the observation;

these cracks in the seams

I'm tired of counts;

past the point where data flows,

inspiration knows

Be open, always,

for the spark to catch the heart

the pen on the page

Give me an idea;

a gift of something to say:

Queen Muse, come my way!