The water on the leaf,

Reflects the afternoon sun,

That warms the back of my neck,

That casts its shadow across my page.

 

The sky, crystal blue,

Streaked with white.

 

The air refreshes my lungs,

My body,

My mind.

 

The pine tree stands,

As it has done,

Ten thousand years.

 

A stillness descends.

The pines,

The leaves,

The water,

The air,

And I.

We breathe together.

 

A bird calls out.

Supported by the earth,

I join with all around me,

And feel your presence,

In every living thing.