The distant bells resound
in the breeze. Wind dances
with russet trees. The birds,
full-throated, sing to please.

A flap of wings from oak
to a birch, one pigeon fancied
a change of perch and my old
heart gives a sudden lurch

embraced by the love
old mother earth contains,
she strums all my senses
with life's joyful strains.