Good Morning

I went down to meet the meadow
One dawn when the fog was a great cloud on the street below
I passed through the gardeners gate
Scaled the fallen elm
Covered in moss and yellow snails
Only one little cow saw me pass through
And she didn't have the time to say good morning
Too busy mowing the lawn
Just where the river met the far of the lane
A bluebird was perched
In the oldest birch tree
Watching the sunlight on the water
And the dragonflies pestering the lilies
And me
She didn't have the time to say good morning
Too busy watching life happen
Great swirls of being
Tilting the planet toward the light
Growing the sweet grass
Pulling the water to fill the deep
Waking me at dawn
Calling my name, brushing dreams from my eyes
And the door open as I tumbled down the lane
There wasn't any special message
My little bird never spoke a word
All anyone, all anything said was
Come and be here now
Come down to meet the meadow
And the mayflies and the daisies
Come and climb over whatever has fallen in your path
Make your way to the water
Let the only greeting be the smile in the corner of your mouth
Wink to your brothers and sisters
Who sit with you by the shore
As it all wakes up all over again