What beauty there is
in the pitter-patter of rain on stone
of the deep lush green of drinking trees
framed by a gentle wool-grey sky
where silver trails of joy glide
down a clear pane of glass
cool to touch
and the newly awakened scents of tree and flower
cause my heart to stir and my soul to dance.
Bathe me in your gentle rain
rid me of the impurities of the city of men
freshen my mind and my heart.
I soak you up like the dark, deep Earth
I cast my roots deep within your mysteries
and stretch my limbs out
into the glorious union of elements.
I drink you in.
May 19, 2000