Prana
In roaming down a sunny trail
or sitting neath a tree
lying in the forest leaves
or buzzing with a bee
breathing in the morning dew
or shouting out with glee
this miracle world
or myriad things
with wonder, I do see
Risk
Treacherous my steps can be
they fall with mindful care
The naked soles beneath my feet
skirt-round each sighted snare
Down rocky creeks
or mountain paths
I seek out phenoms rare
Each seedling gained
through risk of pain
is worth my every hair
ScrutinyInFaith 