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 hr.
I’ve suckled sweetness from a bloom and fluttered free to soar.
I’ve slept beneath the Tree of Life,
and dreamed these dreams before.
c 1984 Joann Nelander