Are you Listening

hush, baby, are you listening
to the lullaby of life
the gentle soughing
of the passing wind

do you hear the gentle calling
of woods' spirits playing
among the flowers and saplings
of bushy shrubs in the spring

leave life's concern
for a little while listen
to splashes of springs
ripples under the hyacinth

no sorrow for time gone
no grieving for past life
we stand together you and I
in the now, under the same sky

the forest awaits
I will dance with you
in my mind and heart
among the green wilderness.