I need not change a thing

I could try a million times to capture these floating cotton Aireoles on the green . Dancing from the blue up above to me. And dance along , some sky ridden. How far they've traveled. But everything has to go some which way. The birds, crying to one another plaintlessly. The bugs choosing to stay near the bottom of things . The green furniture which lies among us: buried on the ground. I could feel things being able to be changed and, wondered out of what course to fulfill  And then the Sun. God's witness. So tender, They were all there  so endlessly . Then that smell abound. So much to a many. All my stars are aligned.