In the warm sunshine,
The nasturtiums peep brilliantly
Between their green umbrella leaves.

The breeze rustles the trees
And gently moves the windchimes
-- The long pipes ring low and clear.

Two lorikeets squabble in the bay tree
And dart across the garden
Like fighter pilots in a dog fight.

The grape waves its fresh green leaves
And a thousand tiny clusters
Promise an abundance of fruit.

Our little dog pads sleepily by,
And turns her pretty face to me
To check that all is well.

This easy abundance fills me,
And brings me quiet wishes that
You might also be touched by this grace.

Come, find me. I am here.