Feel
Robyns, squirrels- life is everywhere; And the even blue sky looks at me- There, a crimson moon- I stare- And I'm so glad I see. A bell rings- a message from a friend, And an owl's cry I fear- Listening in the night to the gentle wind; And I'm so glad I hear. Mountains shake me from above, And everything I touch is so real, But a hand brushing mine is love- And I'm so glad I feel.