a lark echoes morning prayer
meadow flowers sing
tousled green stems and leaves
toss and sway in time
moth-wings tremble, dragonflies
shimmer, hover, dart
breeze-born butterflies blow round
like confetti – and rise
bumble-bees’ drum rolls rumble
wild rose and clover
a thrush perches – chirrups climb –
and I – step softly in
SJC.
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