This is the beginning of light's love returning to the earth, the warmth thawing through ice and cold is the start of green returning.
already the roots of grasses dream of rising, the lilies of spring remember opening their white elegance their white and gold like the mute swan even now floating among the geese at Cedar Beach, dreams of warm water and children playing along the bank.
This is what you mean to me, oh Mother sun. You mean the essence of life. I honor you.
"It really boils down to this: that all life is inter-related...caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied into a single garment of destiny. What affects one directly, affects all indirectly. We are made to live together because that is the inter-related structure of reality" Martin Luther King