As if it were a tribute to holy Francis
We have gathered in the peaceful, timeless morning air.
It seems today everything is You.
Once vicious dogs now gently put their heads in my lap,
A crow settles closely to chant her simple, honest song, crabs come so much closer, to be near.
The distant soft towers of clouds catching the first sun in their round bellies
almost trying to keep its arrival a secret.
The mist, hesitant to reveal every detail in the distance,
Palms hiding in the comfort of this air so rich in the essence of life.