Might this be God…?
Could this be God then,
when the rugged old oak
splashes rain on my head?
Or when the brisk windsnatches at my hair
and lifts the load from my back?
Might this be God thenwhen the lime tree scatters
the earth with luminous yellow hearts?
Or when the scarlet rose hipsglossy with dew, spread
the power of peace within me?
Could this truly be God then
when wind, leaves, earth and raincreate in me this happiness?