Walking Down My Favorite Path

Walking down my favorite path,
If in heaven, the Jade would be
The smooth stones reaching up from
The park path, there, mossy
And in brilliant, earthy greens.
The dirt golddust, which in heaven
I'd understand the value of it still
As there I'd walk, and in an eternal spring
The trees in their leaves ever changing
Like they do, in the moment of April and May
When the leaves are at once new, 
And worlds seem new yet again,
But still, impress upon the imagination
Familiarity. The golddust beneath
Our feet, and blue granite pebbles
In their blues and black stripes would be
The least of the stones, and Jade
And Turquoise, and Citrine,
And Agate, and Calcite
And Chrysoprasus and Chrysolite
And Chalcedony and Beryl,
With golden sedimentary rocks
Infused with bits of Quartz 
And Corundum and every color Diamond.
We shall know the value of these stones
While walking down our park paths
And the trees of life shall bear their fruit
Which upon every maple like branch
Shall be twelve kinds of pear or apple or peach
Or even a pinecone of the taste like candy wafers.
The bells shall give forth their twelve fruits
Every season changing, and like walking into new worlds--
The smell of the woods fragrant, in many different perfumes.
Keep an eye out in Late April and mid May
For the moment the trees are full
And it is like walking through a new world.
In heaven, it shall monthly be like so
But just like April and May
Impress upon us a sense of familiarity
Always with new colors to see, new plants
New habits of the natural fauna;
But no death or decay.
The rain shall be living waters
And bring a new color to the forest on some days---
As rain accentuates a forest and makes brilliant colors seen---
And all that is there shall feed upon life.