I relish quiet early mornings
When the world wakes up
Comes into the light and greets me.
I savor the abundance and exuberance of life at play.
I hear stories carried on the wind
Passed from tree to tree in a rustle of leaves.
In those quiet moments where silence has no room,
Where music and rhythm are sketched
On flutters of wings and warbled counterpoints,
Where flowers vibrate their fragrance in wanton shades,
Where the sweetness of the air pooling around lavender
And mysterious weeds lingers on my skin,
I know that I am of the earth, air and water;
That it is all stardust and wonder.
In those quiet moments,
Before the essential is rushed by the mundane,
There is nothing but joy and beauty.