The final leaves loosen and glide.
The birds ride on the winds broad back,
They know no fear and nothing lack.
The air is filled with such small treasures,
My happy heart this wonder measures.
The clouds are deep and dark and grey
What rain storms will they fetch our way>
The sun appears and gives a glow
Of yellow to bare branches low.
Red berries are still there like flowers
Upon the holly’s pointing tower.
Sharp thorns protect the smallest birds,
And from inside, chirrups are heard.
Later on the blackbird sings,
And so much sweetness nature brings.
As I turn my mind from in to out,
I feel salvation for my doubts.
I know that I’m part of the whole,
And with all life I share my soul.
In this peaceful place I rest,
And with love’s eloquence I’m blessed.
There’s singing in my inner heart.
Like bees to flowers,my fears depart