April 4th Risings Poem by Shellbe Bowditch

Birds galactic sounding
sweet celebration singing
surrounding these ears
dissolving our fears
welcoming NU-earth

as i bathe seranaded in birds
as i breathe in morning breeze
as i touch these wet solid soils
as i smell grass beneath me
as i feel coldness in embrace
as i see sunrise take us into this new day

radiating colours of spring
pink, blue sky mist
a yinfull awakening

as i enhale these blessings
a nature orgasm ripples
through my being
truth eye seeing

a new dawn
a new day
a new way to live
and let live take its play.