How blessed I am,

To exist in this moment;

A tittering creek,

Inches from my toes.

Hidden in a spot,

Where nobody knows.

Sky Father's voice,

Dances on the wind,

And gifts from the Sun King,

Absorb through my skin.

Moistened fresh earth,

Seeps through my senses.

At one with nature,

And all of her dispenses.

Alive again;

Thawed from spring.

A song of life,

My lungs do sing.

Seas of vibrant grass,

Smelling green and sweet,

Are blades of silk,

As they caress my feet.

Kissed by Baldur,

On each of my cheeks.

It is this divine connection,

That I will forever seek.