In the August reach of summer
the coneflower is content
To be, bearing witness
to earth joys, inviting bees and
butterflies to feast on sweet
vanilla scented nectar.
Breeze stirs, flower sways,
neither sweats nor toils.

To be, just to be for
a short while sitting
with the coneflowers,
bathed in the spirit of delight.
Breathe in gratitude,
Breathe out contentment.