Far Out In The Wilderness (Terzanelle) Poem by Gert Strydom

Far out in the wilderness
I have come upon a thrush
far from its nest, singing in happiness

where knee high grass brush,
where grass is bristling
I have come upon a thrush

While some weeds do sting
where it with joy does sing
where grass is bristling

in a sound that is sweet and clearly does ring
with a blessing that is serene and profound
where it with joy does sing

in the most beautiful sound
as if it's praising the creator
with a blessing that is serene and profound

I heard the little great orator
far out in the wilderness
as if it's praising the creator
far from its nest, singing in happiness.