It’s not from “The Bards Sublime”
It’s a reedy little thing, really,
But it’s mine, my song.
I sing it to the woods and trees.
And to my garden. People
Don’t enjoy it particularly,
That’s O.K. Why do I sing? (Badly at that!)
I don’t know. But I have a feeling
That God knows. Knows why
I kiss the flowers and love the trees
And sing.
You do know, God, don’t you?
You do. You do.
God says “Yes!”
(But you can’t hear him.)
