deep green - beckoning
feathered friends
appearing
in the dead of the night
soft soft little blue tit
so fragile - so touching
and the wild geese
calling, not so harsh
gurgling water
majestic rocks
rushing
leaping into peace
endless spaces of grains of sand
and waves assuring continuity
gentle pines
nestled in mounds of softness
finding places
for child, mother and
woman
all are welcome
profound transformations
sounds all around
possibilities
of life harmonious and round
Gratitude
