Rain On Bialogora the descant of the birds the solemn stammer of the mountain the trees rise up like shivering hairs. the Baltic mumbles half dirge, half complaint, the first death by brine. I could live here, eat blue berries confess my sins to the envious trees grow fat and lazy and pretend to be wise. Adam Tod Leverton (email@example.com) Want to show your financial appreciation of my work? Please go to: http://www.adamtodleverton.blogspot.com/ and click the donate button.