The delicate silent life of flowers
the red rose in bud     its petals slowly
unfolding     damp now with the morning dew
Discrete beauty built from matter forged in
the furnace of stars    along with us all
Grace to be born
                     with a heart and mind
to know and be known and feel love’s power
to have the words and the breath to map out
the glory that it is to be alive
Last night the foxes     magpies this morning
but the noise is harmless   :   no anger in
their world 
           We the angry ones have so much
to learn from the peace and serenity
of the natural world that surrounds us.

John Lyons