Welcome

hidden in raindrops from heavenly dew

the sun and its mirrors arise

sealed with birds wings

my mind flies to the garden

beaming light

coming out from the ground

is just the grass of this morning

scattering crows from the winter

are landing on the ivory ground

pearls of old in the doorway

greet gently the sky

treasures of quietness are buried down deep

and memories of the beginning of sound

softly greeting you

with the halo of light