The Secret

As I sit here all alone The sun hanging over the hill And the lake with its water still The sunlight's pride is in display While the modest water has little to say I see the sunlight touch the water's surface Giving the water a glimmering face I don't hear anything except murmuring Of water and wind What is this whispering? A quiet talk that can go easily missing In the noise inside your head What a secret it is? But I'm sorry I cannot tell For a secret is a secret And I'll take it with me to the grave When I'm dead Quite so loud when properly heard And if not heard through sharp ears It will go with the wind To your heart unheard And to your mind unsaid.