I love the feel of grass, turgent under my feet
And the sound of birds tweeting over my head
I love the blinding Sun squinting my eyes
And the warmth of its rays melting my skin.
The cool of the shade under towering branches
Sends a fresh breeze enveloping my body
The promise patent of new waves to come
‘midst the tingling light that paints bushes silver
The being in the moment with sinew and heart
The infinitesimal second of pure presence and joy
Marvel after marvel reveals unto the eye.
To merge, to linger, to flutter and to die.