Those sounds

Pitter patter like those drops.

Rustling like the grass

Neath our feet.

So do you Tintinnabulation

Run your course

As lovers part, and lovers meet.

In those hours when the sun

Has beaten its day’s passage

And retires to its room above

You continue across

Galaxies far and beyond. Enclosing

The world in your rubber glove.

For tintinnabulation you are

The Nature of that energy

That holds even light together.

For did not the word arise

From you? Did not the spirit

Raise from you a father, a mother,

A child? For Tintinnabulation

You are as every sage knows

A moment in time and space.

And as moments go on

So do you dear Tintinnabulation.

Never shying from that mighty gaze.

Those sounds Tintinnabulation

Are for one and all to see,

For that is not a quandary.

The sounds of nature

The heavens, the earth

The birds and even the mites and bees.