My poor clownish brain was withering
notwithstanding genuine efforts
at restoration.
Genuine, I said…

Though they lately discovered
a silver lining
on every clouded reason,
I thought I would never know it.

All is earth-bound, joy or sorrow;
I’ve little interest in what they proclaim,
or what they call glamour;
So I left their company, lost in my world.

Then, I found a fountain of joy,
a life-line of freedom, light and love,
reward of my close association
with Nature, my friend.

Now the stars above my green fields shine,
drawing on inspiration from the sprout
of season, those tender buds,
bent on being and becoming.