Envy

Nature feels freer just before the morning

by shadow of darkness, by silver moon beam.

Life is then heightened, more precious, more vibrant

a whirled fuzzy achene caught up in the wind.

There is so much silence, such peaceful contentment,

I envy it, miser, earthbound human kin,

and wish I were song birds, a whipping of branches

a dew covered cattail, a wave in the stream.