This exquisite moment, like them all,
was, you know, inevitable, poured
from all the causes that came before.
From the instant the first note was sung,
all the others followed, arising
from its tone. These woods, this slant
of sunlight, my hand lifting the camera
to catch them, your eyes seeing the scene,
your mind sensing its warmth and depth,
all these were inherent in that first
pure note, that first exhalation
of the perfect, infinite Song.