I will wander among our nodding oaks
and kneel long before our fallen acorns,
marvel at their blending with soil to stoke
our earth with fuel for forests. Who scorns
nature’s faithful witnesses? Who decrees
green fields belong to malls rather than hoards
of daffodils safe and open to breeze
and sunlight, their thin shafts our only swords?
Let me rise and flow with clouds, Great Breather.
Let me witness your wonders as angels
see us for the first time. Sail in ether
as Hermes bearing lambs to quell all ills,
to carry your message of hope, bestow
care and insight to all living below.
Roger Armbrust
May 30, 2010
