“Thank you” seems so small a phrase, wholly inadequate
in the face of the burgeoning green of these fields and hills
spilling over now with flowers beyond counting
in hues beyond our power to name.
Still, I kneel before the pristine trillium
and can conjure no other response.
What utter mystery that such varied beauty
can rise from mere earth, and that we should be here,
in the midst of it, seeing!