Knowing is an action and action is knowing.
There's sun mountain above the clouds used for sharpening.
Silent not to say a word without the lie of light creating time.
In his cracks lived birds way beneath fluffy shrouds.
He commanded the thunder, the lightening and stars.
The birds were happy looking down at fish in the ocean.
He would spend most of his days dreaming he was alone.
At night he would peek as the birds were asleep nestling.
Only to smell the color yellow of their sharp baby's beaks.
He knew how fresh water became salted by his father's pencils.
Grinding mountains with beaks into the sand of eternal hunger sharpening.
His love was solid as granite and some flew high to mine gold.
He laughed as beaks sharpened to tickle out light as sand's time.
One day a child wept tears trying to hear her mom in a sea shell.
She said, mommy can you hear me I'm hungry and you are gone.
Ocean shores crashed the sand smashing sparkling rays into salt.
Lava listened to mother eagle flying up high to mine sun mountain.