Lambs of peace encircle temples we have not seen together, whose mighty structures encompass fields, rivers, mountains, eternal skies.

Behold the springtime rains begin and bless the earth with immense bursts of nourishing and abundance.

These the little ones will dance among a forest of creation glistening peacefully.

Softly the earth gives rise to what we all desire with all our hearts every day of the year.

Spellbound and walking among wonders where the gardens give us succulent fruit overflowing and yielding an abundance: Earth is our keeper again.

The earth crumbles with every rain and wind; but spirit is eternal.

The river runs deep in the canyon where time has etched immense swaths of love.