Amid It All

Beauty flies through my window kissing me behind the ear
with sweet scents of spring, life, alive, living...
Dancing. Moving me alfresco
The Greens of my skirt ballet
gracefully rising from skin to sky
Skin to Sky
As my body surrenders to the ground
Jaded grass awakening after a weary sleep
And it seems fitting
how my atire fits the Ground I lay myself down upon

"Excuse me, could I ask a few questions?"
(Life always demands us quick thinking.)
"Certainly...Lay down with me
We can laugh and pose responses
of Grand imaginings"
Humming voices make steady songs
In between long thoughts I speak
And Growing bodies hold on to the
Child who keeps the soccer ball at his feet
"What do you believe the dandilions would say
if they could speak?"
"Why, they would say, Those
Trees are the most Beautiful Mountains
we have ever seen.
They fall and dwindle
but then find Life in some hidden ring
Within the bark, some deeper root
Under the ground--they find Life
from jaded to Jade, from rust to Rose,
from withered to White, flowers of Life Bloom on trees long Barren
because they Believe with stability like a
Mountain, and versatility like a human
that Life's rhythm will repeat.
Those trees are the most beautiful when they fall
For us dandilions to see until we are all covered in Life
once lived
And then we let our petals fall, too."

Tossing and turning under blue skies amid
green grasses of life just born
Life snuck up on me to ask a question
And I answered what I thought I knew.
To my own surprise I was correct.
See, a dandilion already dead could never see
Canyons of eternity in trees.