I sit amidst fair trees,

Bare rocks, wee green things growing.

The little stream in midst of these

So quietly is flowing.

A tiny, puffy cloud goes by,

Its silent motion cheering—

At home up in the silent sky,

As I here in this clearing.

A fuzzy bee plays ’round my hand,

Then goes to bounce a flower.

Two butterflies—together—fan

Delight with quick, soft power.

I sit, I hear, I see,

This life around me flowing.

So quietly, so free,

A-going, going, going.