Oh, if only every day could be as sweet as this one has been. And there has been nothing crazy wild about it, it's all just been simple and good and even as I write this, it is raining and the smell of it, the cool feel of the air are intoxicating and the sound of it is a song of love to the earth.
I've been thinking about songs all day. Love songs, mostly. The love song of the rooster to himself and to the day and to his hens, the love song of us humans as we keen, the love song of the hens as they go about their busyness, their scratching, their laying, their murmured songs of conversation all day long, sometimes asking questions of each other, sometimes just singing gossip.
Everything has a song. Almost everything has a love song. The moon's song of love-gravity, the sun's song of love-light, the river's song of love-moving-life, the tree's song of love-reaching both into the sky and earth at the same time.