Oh, I’ve waken to new sunshine
Of dawns risen o’er the hills.
I’ve swum in quivering rivers,
And climbed in flight as gulls.
I’ve shown bright with each moonlight
And fallen with each star.
I’ve feathered clouds with soft down
And sprinkled rain afar.
I’ve snuggled to a blade of grass
And clutched a rose as dew.
I’ve painted rainbows ‘cross the sky,
And lavished them with hue.
I’ve suckled sweetness from a bloom,
And fluttered, free to soar.
I’ve slept beneath the Tree of Life
And dreamt these dreams before.
©2012 Joann Nelander