Look! He is here again.
Again shaking,
Shaking his mighty dancers
like massless objects.

At the well’s mouth,
I shake head
At nature’s wonder.

Nature beyond man’s mathematics

Brothers wind on the move.
At mere presence,
The Sister trees are dancing, shaking
like Mr Pendulum bob.

Back at the cubicle’s window.
I stay spelled by God’s infinite work
and knowledge.

Work that cannot spoil.