Thank Them--All

The fair breeze had steadily blown And in the rocky pasture, the lilies danced. The bubbly boys saw us And giggled and shyly had run. The grave cloud floated slowly over And caringly had shaded us. The wild grass grown very high Had us in her lush lap hid. The old tree behind her trunk We had standing become one. The old man who was Godly And thus couldn’t us see. Those seeing birds in gaiety had sung When by the country we walked And secretly kissed, cuddled, and kissed.