We connect with the great white river
that flows within us
The darkness and light
that floods morning-song
The tall trees whose roots go to the next
millennium
Politics aside
We ride the crest of a natural wonder
Can you hear the mockingbirds?
Can you see the heron
sliding on Shoreline marsh?
Can you blow thistle
and watch the seeds fall?
We connect with the rushing of the rain
the softness of a snow
I have been there
every morning
rehearsing your song,
dear Earth.
and that rehearsal brings
infinite peace.
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