meooow32

sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart ilke the evening among the silent trees.

Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.

The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie.

"Moon, for what do you wait?""To salute the sun for whom I must make way."

The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.

Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.

I cannot tell why this heart languishes in slience. It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remember.