I do not take this green world for granted.
It is the end of August; soon it will be gone.
But not yet. Now, here I am in the midst
of its healing, feeling it penetrate every cell
of my body, absorbing the tones of its song.
Winter will be long. May this green become
a part of me and feed me through the darkness.
May I remember, forever, the bountiousness
of this green world, this dancing peace.