Breath born, breath fed, <br />At each blow, awakes dead me <br />In the hollow willow, <br />With a strong passion's force <br />To flute out a bird throated <br /> <br />Landscape, aware <br />The power which takes in and out the air, <br />With no conscious effort of mine, <br />Has metamorphosed into me, <br />Till the tune of my life lasts.<br /><br />yoonoos peerbocus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flute-s-life/
