under a well-
   contented sky of blue lashes
dreamy
I felt so fortunate, so, full
   to be granted the
opportunity
     to behold the beauty of all this
virtue,
so,
I felt a Goddess, had thought of me
reserved,
this place for me, to see,
so,
I bowed down,
and gave thanks,
clapped
earnestly,
cried
reproducing the
roar of thunder.
I cry out
un- ending
Joy.

of a song that existed
was written
before we lived

a raspberry
butterfly
blue sky

out there
on a key of
nature fluttering

golden sung
snug in the fold
of composed

sunrises, setting glows
tall trees sway little
creatures

noble, so carrying
on the purpose,
without

worrying