Iam the suns (sons) glare
Dazzling the sparkles within
your squinted eyes.

Iam the shadow
cast upon the moons
crescent light.

Iam the great arch
bent upon your crowns.

Baring my gifts
of drifting leaves
before your feet
I bow
with each winds command

I shiver and quake,
dancing amidst each coo cooing breeze. 

Bejeweled by the
nestling  birds ,
dancing squirrels; 
creepy crawly's  imbued.

How blessed AmI?

Claws of iron
nourished and comforted
each day by Mother

Boughs of embrace
welcoming all to partake.

Drifting,
Streaming,
rooted,
Connected to all
in all ways

How blessed AmI?

Rain

Tender words we spoke
to one another
are sealed
in the secret vaults of heaven.
One day like rain,
they will fall to earth
and grow green
all over the world.
--Rumi