On our early morning walk,
The dogs paused beside the road,
Nosing their way through the luxuriant new grass.
“What a pleasure,” I thought,
“to immerse yourself in green.”
Smelling, tasting, being
as the new morning sun
lights the dew into sparkling.
I caught sight of a circular web
delicately hung from a twig
making rainbows as it swayed gently in the sun.
“Good Morning, Earth,” I said,
Seeing Her all around me, vibrantly alive.
And She replied with a fine mist
That rose from the grass
as She breathed out the cold earth
and surrendered to the Sun.