patterns of praise
housed in the seed
sings all green in the brazen demand
of spring
talk to me all fresh and new
little gentle thing
tell me about the winds
whispering lullabies
and sweet dew
speaking so sweetly
to you
tell me about the harmonies
that bind life to life
and daily strife
to daily strife
grow for me
a gentle pasture

that I might find rest.