In the reflection of sunrise light,
Tipping blades of grass with tiny crystal prisms,
Glitter all the colors of life—
I catch my shadow in stride, until each is one.
Both! (My shadow and I) Each, both in transition
Until we find the secret peace of the forest—
I am an early morning guest
Waking, yawning, knowing
How I will be received;
With scent of pines and wild blueberry dreams—
I will see you soon, my old friend.