Candles made of pollen glow on mushrooms like a quiet throng; bees compose a low Requiem, then dance the verses of the sun.
At the meadow’s edge the river speaks in syllables of glass and song; Paula listens, offering thanks— the current carries it along. Holy Nature Paula Birthday
Sunrays spill like consecration, golden incense on fern and stone; wildflowers crown the narrow path— violet, marigold, and bone-white alone. Candles made of pollen glow on mushrooms like
In that cathedral, earth and sky conspire to bless her passing year; each heartbeat is a psalm of green, each smile the sacrament of cheer. bees compose a low Requiem