And one more about childhood, that magical time
that goes away.
Oh the jungle is beautiful.
The jungle is wild.
Here are the rodents and the butterflies,
the thorn tree prickles, and this shady grottoes.
And I lie in the sun all day and the shade.
And here is the orchard bulging big fruit, a dazzle
in the eyes all red and golden.
There's the barn and the many cows.
Hurray for the hay.
I'll fall and tumble in the hay.
And below, the happy pasture green and moist.
I'll walk it to the shady grove by the river,
swim the clear stream, the chalk cliff climb,
bursting with desire, still cease action never.
But in the natural world of happy forms,
bird, beast, tree, fern, earth, and rain, and sun
live melodious love and touch above all fingered
air the very God of love.