Through the window from my bed,
I see a tree moving his head,
Is he happy? Does he dance?
Has he feeling of some romance?
There are birds in their nests,
Feeding children without rests,
Are they happy? Do they know?
One day, they have to go?
I see a rabbit chewing the grass,
Waving ears white as glass,
Is he happy? Has he fear?
What do feel his near and dear?
All are happy. All are well.
Whom God makes to feel well.
Everything is the creation of Him.
He can make things glow are dim.
Monday, October 14, 2013