You must be still and silent to hear and see the rich life that is Eden.   

The open field, so seemingly tame, is a mad joy dance of life.

Unlikely partners reel themselves into exhaustion,

tender green shoots waltz with decaying elders,

silken-petaled foxgloves brush up against the rough bearded thistles,

the flouncing skirts of debutant poppies

sway to the music,

waiting their turn.

Go then, and sit in the meadow if you dare,

cast aside your self importance,

and rest your limbs in the fragrant grass.

Still yourself and let the garden of grace be your mistress.

She will whisper such wonders,

if you can but be quiet enough to hear.