Singing Loud Their Praise

Morning after rain
Sun shines in the clear washed woods;
Water drops on leaf.








Small violet flowers;
Thousand clusters in the tree,
Hide among themselves.









Yellow and purple:
Fallen forsythia blooms
Frame the small flowers.

Sitting in the woods
Abandoned furniture rests.
Green springs around it.








A cluster of ferns
Huddled together in shade
Sprang up silently.

Among blue flowers
Small purple petals emerge.
You have to look close.









A green star cluster
Bursts with many pointed rays.
(It's only a weed).

The tree is humming;
Bees move among white petals
Singing loud their praise.