In “my” Garden, on Mother Earth,

“my” Garden, so called ’cause in our society we created separation,

and separation fits most of us well…

In “my” Garden, on Mother Earth,

I learn and learn.

All Beings, and all Spirits show,

both the Cycle of Birth, Death, and Renewal,

the “Fall/Develop/or Disappearing” of Spieces, and Beings,

the Amazing Beauty of Blossoming and Decay.

In “my” Garden there are always Surprises , there is Change.

Under the Skies, We (the Garden and I) Rejoice, call for Rain, pray for Sun.

Beings Fly, Crawl, Slide…Appear as Visitors.

Trees Whisper, and Dance, change Color…

There is total Peace, and yet total Movement,

total Life in “my” Garden.

I love it very much.

I love you Earth, I love you Sky, I love you Wind, I love you Sun, I love you Rain…

I love You…