Summer sun
bathed the branches,
casting cool lattice
across my upturned face.
The swallows sang
in random order,
the crickets hummed
in steady harmony.
My mind was drifting
slowly, effortless,
like the billowing white
of floating clouds.
My eyes followed a bumblebee
feeding nectared blossoms,
only to feed a spider
in a patiently spun web.
My heart smiled for the bee,
who nurtured the flower
and the spider,
both the beautiful and the feared.
And my mind became
that web,
spinning and radiating,
vibrating with a thought.
There was god
in the bee making honey,
and in the spider who fed of the bee.
There, in the summer sun
and in laced snow
which feeds the spring.
The ground stood firm
beneath my head
while my heart rejoiced
Nature.
~Flame RavenHawk