Grass waving, green on the hillside.
Sunflowers sighing, faces turned to
the light, yearning always. Leaves,
and the grace of the boughs, dancing
in the wind; the trunk is still, standing
tall, as a pillar in the dappled green.
Rain. Rain for the lakes and the trees and
the ponds. Rain for man, and for the flowers,
and for the robin bird, there upon its
perch. Rain and the light of day. A Break in
the clouds. Light shattered, sent in an
arch of shimmering color, and day birds
singing, while light in golden shafts returns,
to grace the patterned forest floor, and to kiss
the waving sunflowers, and the blades of
shining grass.