Framing a landscape or finding edges within:...dots, lines, the sway of a wire, upsurge of a branch rice & fall and faster than breathing...the way to do it is punctuate in passing, -compose trees sky hedge track in transit, ... keep finding gateways, keep moving...

I lay on the edge of a green-coloured world.
Etched on the sky, stood pine-tree and fire.
Bees kept busying,
Bumblebees buzzing.
So it was, I suppose,
Since the world arose,
Bees busying,
Bumblebees buzzing.

And I felt the wish to rob the wild bees
Of honey
Which cost no money ...
Just free...
I searched all day,
But these days, I must say,
You can't find bees
Just wherever you please ...
Bumblebees buzzing.