The Awakening Poem by Helen Crutchett

When did my senses start to fill
With overflowing, like the trickle of
A gentle stream over mossy ferns
Gathering momentum and spilling
Into a crystal lake of longing?
When did the waning moon
Take on a special glow against the
Ebony of a sleepy night?

When the rain slashed against
The windows and thunder and lightening
Started their own symphony,
Why did I find it the sweetest sound
In the World?
The fragrance of the rose seemed
A little headier that Spring
The sun warmer, the Winters cosier
Autumn leaves a little brighter.

Why did I feel like singing all day long,
Dancing in fields of lavender
Watching the birds and butterflies fly free?
Why do I feel so alive now,
When all this was for the taking,
It's because I never knew the worth
Of all these joys before I met you.