folds of green upon a folded earth
falling leaves display their worth

morning dew on blades of grass
like all things,
this too shall pass

a gust of wind,
the world now whole
a gentle breeze
blows through your soul

soft blue skies
the world’s own mirror
could there be
a vision clearer?

all is well
as all is one
take thy first step
your journey has begun

(written in spring ‘21)