29. Awake


Awake to life and feel its pulse

Beating from the heart to brain,

Teeming in the earth,

Streaming out from birth;

Throbbing in all beauty, joy and pain,

Awake!  Let mirth convulse

And laughter shake.

No bird


No melody unsung

On deaf ears flung,

The trees know nithing else,

The streams and hill,

The whole creation

Knows such elation…

Be young, be young,