A spider crawls on my hand
the wind in the trees and the birds in the sky
form a chorus calling summer forth
The grass gently strokes my pale cheek
the creek by my side trickles fresh and cool
under the radiant sun of the North
Patterns play behind my eyelids
from the leaves above burning green shimmer
into a background of deep blue
In this moment
this improvised orchestration of perfection
I am life unfolding. I am eternal.
Spangenberg, Germany
– to Michael, thank you for sharing your wonderful garden
GRÅSKY 