I know the thrill of the grasses
when the rain pours over them.
I know the trembling of the leaves
when the winds sweep through them.
I know what the white clover felt
as it held a drop of dew pressed close in its beauteousness.
I know the quivering of the fragrant petals
at the touch of the pollen-legged bees.
I know what the stream said to the dipping willows,
and what the moon said to the sweet lavender.
I know what the stars said
when they came stealthily down and
crept fondly into the tops of the trees.
Muriel Strode (1875–1964), Creation Songs: V, A Soul's Faring, 1921
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