To Greet

(A touch of spring time longing)

I want to be an owl

And see by moonlight who

Walks beneath my boughs

And sleep the sun-kissed daisy days

To be a fox

And find the brambles

But not the thorns

About the forest floor

To be a deer

And wander the valleys low

A green pasture lair

Beside quiet streams

To be a goat

And leap the mountainsides

To find the highest peak

And wind-swept wonders

But here I walk with my two feet

These bare hands nature to greet