The Walks

The Walks I walk And the trees talk I watch     for signs of wonder As white winged creatures      flutter by. The king of the great expanse      so giving of its radiance. Yonder are the wispy clouds, inconspicuous as mare's tails. As beyond the azure sky,       a perfect calmness. If I could reach (you) heavenward,                                       a respite and a bliss! Joyous wind is singing to me now, calling, befriending. Paint me then the smile of Mona Lisa     that never fades. Brush strokes by the Fates. Soles of my feet      against the heaven's footstool --  uncomplaining. Oh, the many walks. What a joy the bosom finds!             my heart is swelling. As I take these outside wonders                                             within,                                               divinely inspiring.