The tinkling notes of birdsong
Come wavering down the aisles
Spreading midst the columns,
Joined by weaving vines
Eternally strong, the stone rises
Starkly against those gentle
Faltering tones that flicker,
Tentative in their serenade
Manmade and natural beauty
Just for this moment standing
Side by side in perfect harmony,
A whispered glimpse back in time