The Magic of Poetry

I'm in love with green trees Swallow's nests And swallows that chat to the wind Windows overlooking the road Flowers as the bees drink their nectar Butterflies under thickets A thicket draped with dew When I feel alone I am guided by a book And the guarding eye of God I feel in love with the almond blossom As dawn laughs Or cries like a cloud I feel in love with poetry Verbal fields Passing through me As I surmise quietly How half of me Became a dreamer And the miserable half That remains Wanders along God's paths