Lift your garment misty mountain,
show your Dogwood lacy hem,
gently stroking surging waters,
Give a glimpse of dew soaked ankle,
painted toes of Trillium pink,
mountains pushing into heaven,
virgin forests at their peak.
Stretch your fertile valley wide, give the Fox a place to hide.
Lay your head on Nimbus pillows
beneath an azure blanket sky,
hum yourself a quiet song,
Lark and Robin lullaby.
While deep beneath the musty layer
of fallen leaf and mossy mound,
pushes up the Wintergreen,
red, and ripe, and round.
(c) Feliz Piez