Out of sight

I don’t see the birds,

For me, the tree chirps.

The wind in the air I don’t see,

The garden dances in rhythm for me.

Don’t see the heats that drain

Those clouds for me give drops of rain.

I don’t see what makes me grow,

It’s there perhaps for me to know!

I don’t see the hidden birds,

For me, it is the Tree that chirps.