Amongst
the daffodils
Swaying
in sweet breezes
Above
the trickling rills
As
I wander
Across
the florid hills
And
point and snap
The clouds
The clouds
To
make my stills
Of
God's skyscapes
Above
His rampant earth?
Because
it helps me
To sense
my true worth,
Freed
from oafish extremes
Of
glut and dearth,
At
one with wonders
That
can bring rebirth.