All That Is ...

Be it in the

Wind soughing in the high branches

Campion resting in the hedgerow

                                   shade

Or the lone gull

       Wheeling on untouchable thermals

Created by

       Butterflies lifting the air.

Be it in the

Brindle cow listening to the world

       Through deeppooled eyes

Or the unuttered roar of love

       Changing lives

Driven by the whisper of hope

       Leading on life.

But maybe, just maybe

It lives in the young man’s smile

Or the bright girl’s faith

Or the young child’s searching arms

       Speaking of joy in the awakening dream

A joy in all that is, seen

                          and unseen.