I was feeling too sad for words
So I went out to feed garden birds.
I slipped on some moss,
And thought “That’s because
The world is dramatically absurd.”
So clearly the words had not gone.
They just needed an event to hang on.
As I lay on the ground
I heard more birdsong.
The moral is, life ‘s not a con.
Words are insufficient to contain
The lovely vision of our April terrain.
The colours and shades
And the sunlight that fades..
I don’t know if I can explain.
An image made from music and sound
May give better coverage all round.
A vision in colour
Makes me feel mellow.
I should stay liking flat on the ground!
.
How my heart sings 