All rhymes when you’re in tune,
Be it May or be it June.
Be it hot or drizzling cold,
All things will unfold,
It’s easy when you tune the fork,
Instead of birth you see a stork,
Fathom deeper realms of being,
Further look for seeing,
Ethereally that song it sings,
To hear it, joy it brings,
But listen, look, and see,
And sing with life, in key.
©26/03/2009
Be always safe,
Karen
Fee
Georg