Blessings of God,
The earth listening,
Waiting for our hand.

We visit the pool and
Running lake not as guests
But as a friend.

The petal within,
A flower in dirt out
Of us, rocks to sun,

Pebbles rolling out of day,
Across oceans where
Grass seemed greener.

Ay, but the emerald lied;
A Talgarth panther told
The fib of “other…”

And we chased a green
Never better than under
Our feet at birth.

We could span the globe
And never improve
The weather of true hearts

Blooming where planted.