Morning Meadow Flowers

Beneath the opal passage of the morning I surrender to my gaze, and I am thrilled Where the cattle graze upon the hills The grass is wet and chilled by morning dew Under haze and clouds, and glow of rising sun Among the fragrant flowers growing wild I will try my best, to take a careful step Not to crush,or snuff the life, of even one I see a thousand blossoms dancing here They flaunt their beauty to the sky Seducing blackbirds gliding low And filling senses, restoring souls Yellow buckwheat nestles at my feet Stalky lupines, with tinge of blue And wild flax fragile on the stem Will bend and bow to every breeze I will sit beside a lodge pole pine Take my rest against the bark And hear the song of meadowlarks Embellish stories of the day A colored carpet deep and wide Lies before me with such benevolence A morning shines, with flowered grace Kissed by the sun, tossed by the wind Planted by God, and born to be wild