TOM GRONDI

The earth is dry, the rain is on, the earth is wet, The night is long, dark and mysterious, The sunrise is light and cool, One green root, life is on, The wind is blowing, the root is forming, The sun is warm, the bud is born, The birds are singing, the butterfly is flying, I am walking, wandering, lost, and suddenly...The flower is blooming; the bee is on it, My eye is opening, my heart is crying..I can smell the honey fragrance, The petals are falling, back to earth. I am happy, energized and alive.