The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter
      The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
      There are forty feeding like one!

Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
      The plowboy is whooping—anon-anon:
There’s joy in the mountains;
There’s life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
      The rain is over and gone!

They say
I'm way too sensitive,
I think and feel too much,

I have never, ever denied this,
It's true, I feel everything
Without needing to utilise
My sense of touch!

They say
I'm way too emotional,
I wear my heart and soul
On my sleeve,

This, too, is also true,
Keeping it real
Is all I have ever wanted
To achieve!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

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