No reason to be sad

I took Mum for a walk this evening,
a walking meditation
through the rain-soaked garden.
I felt sad she is no longer here,
and sad that she would not have walked,
in her wheelchair-bound state,
but now I can walk for her.

And the coolness of the wet grass
tells me not be sad.
And the bees,
gently embracing the lavender,
see no reason to be sad.
And the great canopy of green
from the towering tree
knows no reason to be sad.

And the unfurling sweet peas,
softly perfuming the summer evening's air,
see no reason to be sad.
And the fuchsia buds,
ready to pop into dancing ladies,
know no reason to be sad.
And even the rain has stopped.

© 29 July 2013