The trees are whispering,
the brooks are babbling-
How lucky am I to rest amidst them,
And how nosy it is of me to
listen in on their flirtations.
I wonder if they know Iām here.
Do they feel my presence as I do theirs?
do they listen in on my
whispering and my babbling-
Or are they too madly in love with one another
to even take notice of me?
