Innocent Intention

When I looked across our front lawn and garden, listened to robins and crows cawing warm June breezes, I was then innocent of knowing this would become our threatened birthright and evolve our time to hear climatic warming winds still blown across warm June front lawns, organic gardens nourishing mind eye memory, flourishing yet fading fragile rememory of when I began discovering, Why me? Why now? Why here? When will this mutual rescue life begin, and why did we ever think messiahs could or should or would or would not end soon enough for rescued lives fulfilled, complete, replete creation stories with warm clovered lawns surrounded by chattering echoing forests, tree gardens singing and breathing therapeutic care, blowing Agape's polypathic winds of courage to remember our Original Intent.