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.
