Nature

Sometimes I have to go back

And climb upon her lap

And lay my head against her breast.

I have to close my eyes

And listen to her singing voice,

And feel her warm and sunny breath •

On my cheek,

And feel the throbbing of her great heart

And know

That I am part of her life,

That her secret is the secret of mine.

I have to go back to her now and then

And whisper that I love her.