God of Marsh Marigolds,
Stun us again with the yellow of spring,
the spread of an eagle’s wing,
and the tenacity of your good green life.
Crown us with dandelion wreaths and song,
woven threefold strong,
which in the morning your breath revives.
Hush us holy with the thrum of bee,
and the cherry tree
full-blossomed with the nectar that you bring.