i love the brightness of the morning,
the image of dew resting on forest leaves,
love the songs of nesting chicks,
and the silence of the butterflies.

i touched the bark of trees.
heard the voice of a gentle breeze,
bathed in a rapid stream,
waters whispered they knew me.

i talked with grazing deer
fed with them on grasses,
drank the waters of  Lurien lake,
purified with the forest creatures.

i saw the glimmer of starlight,
imperceptible smiles,
uplifting my heart,
dolphins rode ocean crests

(c) Erik Standswithtrees, 23 March 2014, 7:05am