The trees the brook the rocks
Smell in the breeze gentle song
Creation sung into dawning
Drifting then to softer tones dusk
Beloved. My beloved. Ahh my beloved.
Singing lullaby on wind, the brook, the rocks
Whispered in the breeze leaves rustling
Laughed across grass, earth, stone
Tickled through skin with sun warmth
Never before and yet never again
Was like you made you
Beloved. Oh Beloved.
Sitting welcome of mossy earth
Wet warm and blessed
Listen and hear. Shhh. Quiet.