Morning after the rain

Heaven smiles and earth winks and life, spring in its step greets the new day, new Earth on the morning after the rain … I in childish admiration salute a transformation which took presence upon itself and all in full agreement, full acceptance to earth and man and even those who willingly hold up half the sky to congregate in telepathic unison. Feathered ones wrote new songs sung choir fashion, unrehearsed avian flocks in angelic splendor and canine, feline and bovine made themselves as children. My senses superhuman … I drink each moment of this virgin dawn each blade of grass that sparkles each new stream that formed that brings this oozing of life And this be my plea, my cry Just leave me not bewildered perfect morning, perfect day but beguile me once again as you have since I was small for here I stand as child again, and not as man, weeping silently at this Theophany …