Whence I came apron a grove,
Upon a halting light,
The sun did nestle, hallowing,
A tender dove in flight.
The blessed dew,
By the breath of dawn.
Daisies mirroring,
The sunlight born.
Trees and trunks murmur,
Poppies sway,
Blackbirds and Finches chatter,
Worms contentedly play.
A spontaneous flow of nature,
Softens my eye,
And I understand,
Gods reason
Why.