June 16, 2006, Scottsdale, Arizona
The mockingbird yodeled, And warbled and trilled: All of its favorites, So the morning was filled
With mockery and music, And God written song, From joy, and in spite of A world going wrong.
If we only could listen To this natural truth. That spills from The Source As continuous proof –
In the face of the crimes That make the Earth cry, We hear life’s celebration Without questioning why
We poison the planet – Our Mother and friend, As though her abundance Were unable to end.
Do we see the tree, How it treasures the ground And caresses the air Like the sunrise’s sound?
And the mockingbird whistles From a limb up above: An open air concert Of wellness and Love.