of me of we (of sunlight and grass)

^{the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel}

~

the green
of today
gives the lie
to dark thoughts

it is me . . .

it is
we

who are so
affected
by these times

the grass
continues to sing
under a warm
summer sunlight
in the morning

when I look
upon it
unsuspectedly
I am caught up
in the verdant colour
and vibrant life
of the thing

something
lives

and it lives
regardless
of me of we

the sun
is gorgeously warm –
not yet
hot –
and I close my eyes

raise my face
into it

let these rays
strike hope
into the heart
of we

~