I have seen a thousand moons: harvest moons like gold coins, winter moons as white as ice chips, new mmoons like baby swans’ feathers.
I have seen seas as smmonth as if painted, coloured like shot silk or blue as a kingfisher or transparent as glass or black and crumpled with foam, moving pon-derously and murderously.
I have heard tree frogs in an orchestration as complicated as Bach singing in a forest lit by a million emerald fireflies.
I have heard Wolves baying at a winter’s moon, Red Howlers making the forest vibrate with their roar-ing cries.
I have lain in water warm as milk, soft as silk, while around me played a host of Doliphins.