About this work:
A choral setting of the following poem:
The trees are still —
still in the bright summer light.
Oak leaves, pine needles rest in the quiet air.
The trees are still.
In the garden, butterflies —
white wings flutter in the leafy green,
and wings of butter yellow glide,
then settle in a patch
of pink and purple petunias.
The air is quiet, the trees are still.
To the right a path
through shade and leaf light
to a pond where the water reflects the sky.
The air is quiet, the trees are still,
and the water reflects the sky.
Still, still enough to hear truly.
Thoughts move freely in the calm,
clear, clear in this appreciating afternoon.
The air is quiet, the trees are still.