Category: summer solstice

Tread with bare feet on the soft grass below
And breathe the sweet-smelling scents in the air.
Open your ears to both blue-tit and crow,
To woodpecker and wren, for all are fair.
Allow your eyes to rest upon each life:
An oak tree, a daisy, a leaf, a fly.
And for a moment let go of your strife,
For a moment do not ask yourself why
The world has wandered, been tempted away.
For now all that exists is here, living.
Marvel at the mysteries of this day
And the way the light just keeps on giving.
Winter, a withered memory of dark
While Summer sings to the sound of the Lark.