With gladness all our hearts are touched
When small flowers rise from living dust
When butterflies grow warm and live
When long striped bees with sun arrive
Yet all is slow and nothing’s rushed
But throw off darkness like a crust.
As with the sun each person’s blessed
We heave away long words contrived
To win sweet praise from dull old minds
With gladness
Our hearts expand within our chests
The heart will beat the mind at best
No more with number games derived
Our eyes look out at what’s alive
With gladness
How my heart sings 