Harmony

I can feel the spirit;
listen – can you hear it
singing in the breeze,
and whistling through the trees?

The breath of life,
untouched by strife:
a sunlight without shade,
a great sorrow unmade.

Resonating within my heart,
bringing into tune each part
of the greater symphony
lying dormant within me.

Bringing forth at last the song
that’s dwelled within me all along.