Soaked in grace
along the banks of rivers and creeks
across the clouds circulating the skies at dawn
creating a waterspout above the shore
dripping mist over verdant mountains
rich in earth scent, lush in meaning
that washes over you as you bend
to plant seeds in thickets and fence rows,
as you stretch to pick fresh fruit.
Peace echoes the floral blooms of each season
within reach of those that grasp
climb uphill
swim across raging waters
run through strawberry fields
dance in the shadow of the moon
gallop on horses
listen to the song of the purple martin
hum along with trumpets of angels.