Walking in this secret garden,
all the trees and hedges appear still.
The greens and yellows and less frequent browns and reds,
await the sun’s delightful morning grace.
Everything chirps at once.
In this stillness, I sit and think of you.
Light hits flowers in the distance and dew drops off of a gently hanging leaf.
A delicate stream flows by in circles, eventually meeting the ocean.
A red robin redbreast perches itself on a nearby branch.
The sky looks infinite in its beauty.
I bow to the earth before me, knowing you’ll return
and that the flowers will bloom in your delightful presence.