When you hear the stones sing

When you hear the stones sing
in the pauses of wind,
when you smell the musk
of fallen leaves,

when you listen
to beetles
rustling in the grass
and when you see

the clear drops of dew
on green moss,
why resist
happiness?

then even rocks
will whisper
soft and sweet
and dreams

come true
when you let
them go.
there are these

moments,
true, precious,
never to come again,
forever yours.

When you hear the stones sing
your love will
kiss yoú
and all is embrace.