dearest
gentle world,
loving trees
and generous open fields
and blue skies
you can sing me
a song
if you like;
and I’d sleep
sound and quiet
like a newborn
make up the lyrics
as you go along;
keep it easy
like my village-mum’s
lullaby
knit your song
with the stars and the moon
and sprinkle it
with dew and saffron
sing me about love
and the birds and the trees;
O let the words be in praise
of the sunshine between
the leaves
so you can sing
beloved world,
if you like,
and I’d sleep
like a newborn
all day and all night;
I’ll sleep for always,
dearest world,
clear and innocent
in your warm fields
if you will sing me now
the sweet songs of the earth
lovely song this one...a song of the world...gentle and simple like the breeze...
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What a gentle lullaby. I love, 'O let the words be in praise of the sunshine between the leaves'.