SUMMER HOPE

Expectations of summer
Hot days, green pastures
Lazy afternoons
Firefly evenings
Dreams of cold winter nights.
 
Now the blue skies and
Gathering clouds
Awaken a primal sense of
All that is sacred to the cycle of life
The ripened fruits by the murmuring brook.
 
Overhead, the call of a hawk
To its mate, tells of families
Old and waiting anew to grow.
The young meeting in the brush, tree or hilltop
With promises for a future, as the old snooze.
 
Deep in the abyss, mother nature
Stews nature's goodness in ocean's cauldron
Healing plants and living fish
Enough to feed man and beast
For this blessing, thanks are given.
 
Thanks to the winds of the north
Thanks to the rising sun of the east
Thanks to the rains of the south
Thanks to the night of the west. Oh great creator,
Give us wisdom to live on this earth in peace.

Reza Ghadimi
July 2022