The beauty of the world is upon us at last, present and future, it’s just like the past. The wind breathes life in every three, and the leaves give in without a plea. The birds sing out across the lake, Just to hear the tune they make. They believe in themselves and each other, Just like a brother or a sister. Water splashes from a trickling stream, Fish swim below in a shoal, a team. The water is calm and soothes me too, Just listening, for there’s nothing to do.