Seeing.
In this enlightened age
the nearer I come to my final
breath the brighter sun
looks when it rises each day
and the fiercer tumble
green waves to break on beach
bleached to more silver
than I can remember seeing.
Louder each feathered song,
flowers extra vivid bloom under
much bluer sky, ultra
intense howls a storm as gale
thunders thru\' landscape
renting and lashing with wilder
falls of cleansing rain.
Waking to view combinations
as morning in full spate,
expresses a clearer fascination
seems to make senses
the keener to join glad exultation
for nature\'s beauty,
and glory in new ways of viewing
with joyous sensation.
Just being alive is enough if love
lights the day for when
closer draws endings seems greater
the need to peer again
and hear how earth\'s ready music
vibrates so gracefully.