Sadness is sorrow;
For precarious is morrow,
Singsong all that befalls,
The calling of the soul:
Sing of the heart and the soul,
Man’s life, man’s joy, man’s goal,
Deep and loud, sweet and beautiful,
Sprouting petals and blossoms:
Sing of the far sky, farness deep,
Silently and to furthest extent, deep
Sorrow and delight,
Catching all sight:
Sing with all you retain
Open your heart’s content,
Singsong all that’s yet to sing,
And live with joy, and with fling.
Copyright:Welkin Siskin