mine are the flowery fountains
that litter this heavenly stream
the sportive sun, the gibbous moon
the wordless songs of birds.
I will hide beneath this leafy shade
and sing a glorious song
for sad this world has made me so
but with nature I am strong.
the red leaves fall and the petals very soon
horizon calls and my glad heart beats a tune
while seas wave to the sandy shores
a sight of the truth behind fictitious lores
mine is a love for nature’s call
mine is a yearn for beauty’s call.