Let the ardent sunlight stroke my eyelids,
let the cooling breeze flow past my face.
Let the glowing roses strew their sweetness,
let the supple willows dance with grace.
I will never fail to note their offers,
bidding me to seek their kindly source.
Gentle nudges plead to me for notice–
signs that every living thing’s endorsed.
When I turn my face to waiting heaven,
splendid blue and white reward my gaze,
hinting at the lavish gifts I’ll find in
every covert cranny of my days.
Neither deaf nor blind as used to happen,
bounteous as the world so plainly is,
I consent to be so gaily gathered
into harmony with all that lives.