Feel

The leaves rustle in the wind,
And the stream tinkles by,
There is a song on the hill’s lips,
An ode to the lovely sky,
The dew shimmers o’er the flowers,
The grass bows in reply,
The scent of the soil is a lulling one,
For tired minds a sweet lullaby,
The rain too, sings in elation,
The clouds dance to the tune,
Even the sun seems love-struck,
So enamorous is the moon,
But on earth, labor us,
Of all joys, stripped bare,
Sweet songs and sights await us,
But do we ever stop to stare?