When did you last look at the clouds? They dance, don’t you see? For all that I know, They dance just for me. When did you last listen to the wind? It sings, don’t you hear? As far as I’m aware, It sings just for my ears. When did you last watch the sea? It plays, can you tell? If I pay close attention, It asks I play as well. When did you last talk with the trees? They converse, all the time. Sometimes when I’m with them, We speak purely in rhyme.
TF