IN NATURE
I am no more than yonder rose bud,
No more than a summer’s nightingale;
When spring departs, my leaves will wither,
My songs will pass with the Autumn gale.
But as the nightingale rejoices,
And as the scented rose-bud blooms,
Thus too my soul waits for its hour
And all it holds, resounds and booms.
And it suffices for me to know that
When the time was ripe I sang my songs;
Rejoicing in them without sorrow,
Sorrowing in them for my wrongs.
Then let the winds play o’er the grasses
That hide my grave in a far-off dale;
I know that when my life’s rose blossomed
I was a singing nightingale.
IN NATURE
I am looking, searching for you man,
I am peering deep into your well,
I want to find your human core
And cast away your outer shell.
I am looking for you with the morn,
I am picking roses for your day,
I am looking for you in the Spring,
I am breathing warmth across your way.
I am looking for you in the fields,
Gathering pollen on my course.
I am looking for you ’neath the oaks
And wish that you knew true remorse.
I am looking for you with the bees
Collecting honey as your prize,
I am looking for you with the birds
And bring delight into your eyes.
I am looking for you with a song
Within your soul, songs’ true domain.
I am looking and I’ll find you when
You have become a man again.
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