Glance across great body of water,
See a family of fowl travel near
Look to notice crystal waves appear
The magic of earth is all the matter
Birds sing in the hidden pine of morning
A quiet reminder that love is in the air,
Symbolic in its historic grasp of where
Our lives begin sweet, soft listening
While for the moment the sun looms high
A brilliant casting inside mellow earth
We haven’t ever understood her girth
This profound lesson toward asking why
I stood inside the water’s edge today,
Humbled asking I might a cry this way.
