A shaft of sunlight pours, molten
		its blessing on the stubble
	A tiny tendril acknowledges its creator
	and by growth, makes its obeisance
		in a world new green.

	A moonbeam falls on the meadow
	and flows secretly as it sifts
	into the tall grass.
	Burying its seed of beauty
	in the ready loam
	to grow into an experience remembered			Kay Lynch



	A perpetual tension mounts as the gound breaks
	To nourish later a budding stem, yet to form
	A growth developiing, extends upward where the sun and light awakes
	With a breath of life a plant is born.	
	
		A crack appears, yielding way to one of nature's creatures
		A tiny head, so delicate, unfolds its many feeatures
		Now a space filled shell, where once a birdlet took form
		With a breath of life a bird is born				Joyce Radow	



	Falling softly about me as the warm breezes blow	
	
	Sifting sand through my waiting
	cool sand sifts through my waiting fingertips

	Inward thoughts once hidden seek wordless lips
	though wordless lips hidden

	Straining for sound as the water ripples cease
	consoling the tense soul, in its search for peace		Joyce Radow



	Young hearts urn warm
	
	there the sun and there the rain
	there the heart burns hand again

	moving fast and moving slow
	there the heart begins to flow

	none to come and none to go
	there the heart will want to know

	seeing there and being here
	there the heart begins to care

	be the sun and feel the moon
	here the heart burns, too soon			Francis Coelho



	Searching, finding, trugh of fear
	trying our pathwat to make clear

	Wishing to acquire the secrets of life
	Coming nearer in everyday strife

	Leaving behind friends of foal
	Finally attaining the ultimate goal		Chis Midkiff



	New wonders, fast beginnings,
	Slow endings, all the same
	As they fade, all the same
	Never to be heard again			Sue Birge



	push

	wind push against the raindrop

	and flatten hard against the wall,

	against wide and tll thickness

	that spreads the wet against the tall,

	and spreaad to form the all
	
	that makes the thinness wide and tall

	against the wall

	again, wind push hard against the raindrop		Francis Coelho



	In gret numbers they flock together
	Striving, aiming, motionless never.
	Learning to live in the struggle for existence,
	A ceaseless competition for its subsistence

	Why is knowledge a prrecious thing,
	With endless toil it begins to ring
	
	And yet, do we accept it?			Joyce Radow



	A seed is there to taste the life
	it breaks the soil to reach the light
	a growth, a bend, an upward trend
	and suddenly it starts again.		Mary Mankowski


		A sound, a beat; and life moves on.

		The pace quickens adn then slows down;
		
		It starts anew, slackens, and finally stops again.

		Then once more it begins to continue inthe rhythm of life.  Trueline Latting
		


		Plants swaying to their leaning for a bend


	petals open with a secret hiding hidden to the bee
	the knowing flowers make a color coloring vivid in the depth
	a leaf, its veins crawling creeping for the sun,
	stems suppor the carrying of their secret

			plants have a life so different			Mary Mankowski



			Members working together
			Some leading, some following,
			Making a body.			Pat O'Mealy



	A small head tucked beneath warm wings

	A young life, protected as it clings

	Shielded from the world and outward strife

	A young Kinglet, a new dependent life

	Grows, matures under watchful eye			Joyce Radow



		High on a mountain stripped of life,
		A man did dwell where hunger laughs.
		And though time passed.
		He hung whee none could see.
		The cold northwwind did blow
		The moon did shine with a chilly light
		And teh northern stars did dance above.
		Yet he hung shere none could see
		As he followed with cold and frozen sight
		But as he followed it left him there,
		As he hung where none could see.		Kent Sinkey



	Motion, energy, and growth combine for single purpose
	Energetic life slows and 
	growth stops anyting but motion.		Greg Dumm



		A start, a growth

		A plan is laid.
		
		A seed, a plant

		A life is made			Pat O'Mealy



			Searching through a square,
				A barren field appears,
			Watching close to see,
				What little life is there.
			In the distance stands,
				A hill in silence there.	Chris Midkiff



		walking by the sound
		see a mountain rise

		tend a path for walk
		turn around a stone

		pushing back and forth
		seeing where to go

		now the sound has gone
		the mountain never rose

		finding something else
		walking by the snow			Francis Coelho



	A thind unfloding leaf in a heavy foliage

		A nectar searching bee in a lacing flower		Joyce Radow



		A long sagebrush in a sandswept open space
		Faces the sun and the barren spaces		Mary Mankowski



	Small is the colored little head
		painted with green.
	Sweet is the life of it,
		which pours forth beauty.
	Slowly as it unfolds it dainty limbs
		one can see into its heart.
	But first take count
		of all before.
	There it stands often in splendor,
		reaching for the sun.
	Think of the beauty and meaning,
		it brings, observer and all.
	Who takes notice of the petals
		as they fall
	Fall, fall and leave behind,
		just a fragrant memory			Chris Midkiff
	


			A hill barren, apatch of green
			Thirsts the cool, surses the warm,
			Surrounding brush grip strong the sail,
			Shielding growth from piercing storm.		Joyce Radow