sing

Sing, aged turtle, as you rise
  from the depths of the ocean’s brine;
sing of the world’s primal onset,
  of time and times and half a time.

Sing, tiny seeds dropped in the soil
  amidst the charred remains of trees;
sing of rebirth, of green and spring
  carried along by bees and breeze.

 Sing, giant birds, your eagle song;
  sing, winged creatures of the sky.
Sing and bless the Lord’s name holy,
  telling rebirth comes from on high.

Sing, all turtles, seeds and eagles;
  sing, trout and sprout and everything.
Sing, seas and rivers and mountains;
  join all creation’s chorus.  SING! 

Liz McFadzean