The tree shall whisper thanks
for the wind by which it dances
though its roots cannot be moved.
The dove shall coo thanks
for the small nourishing seed
that has blown so far from flower.
The rock shall be still in thanks
for the quiet stream pooling past it
and softening its hardest points & edges.
The violet shall radiate thanks
for the taller grasses that shelter it
from the harsh noonday sun.
The seagull shall clamor thanks
for the tide that bears salty morsels
and swells the breeze for flight.
The field shall murmur thanks
for the summer rain that gently
bends the hay and soaks the earth.
And I shall collapse in thanks
for all good gifts of creation
and all sweet joys of love in life.