Floating like seaweed on the tide,
The final leaves of autumn die.
The birds ride on the wind's broad back,
They know no fear and know no lack.
The air is filled so with great treasures,
My happy heart its wonder measures.
The clouds are deep and dark and grey
What snow storms may they fetch our way?
The sun appears and gives a glow
Of yellow to bare branches low.
Red berries so bright, like summer flowers,
Decorate the holly's pointing tower.
Sharp thorns protect the smaller birds,
And from inside,their cheeps are heard.
As dusk arrives the blackbird sings,
So much sweetness nature brings.
As I turn my mind from in to out,
I feel salvation for my doubts.
I know that I'm part of the whole,
And with all life I share my soul.
In this peaceful place I rest,
As with love's eloquence I'm blessed.
There's singing in my inner heart.
Like bees to flowers,my fears depart