Tiptoeing out the door
onto our dew soaked lawn
tiny diamonds waves
lapping at my bare feet

.... I give thanks....

"The Earth is our mother
we must take care of Her.
The Earth is our mother
we must take care of Her."

This iconic Native American ballad
hums over and over in my head

My gaze takes in the wintergreen garden splashed in sunlight, turquoise skies, and even the stinky garbage truck, snorting and groaning by the roadside

"Thank You Divine Mother Earth"
I whisper prayerfully

Sun moves towards its zenith
at the opposite end of the garden
lacey black shadows veil
sacred mother's beauty

A pair of perky cardinals
swoosh past me surprisingly close
Their wings covered with
bright red kisses

"Thank you too!" I declare
with arms outstretched

Looking up into Her
marvelous vastness
my face a glowing morning star
I wait expectantly, for my
bright red sunrise kiss