Divers and Breathers, Callers and Hearers, Listen: this is a fine day today for living. Viola blue, whistle green, bellows the black water. She is a wonderful singer, this Earth. Listen: she opens her opalescent lips. We are strains of her music. . . We are the low song after waking. . . We dream the burbling bedtime lullabye. . . Wash oh, rasp and slip, screak and squeel! My Roarers and Whisperers, My Callers and Hearers, Listen: this is a fine night tonight for living.