I stand before the running creek
amid hawks that cry
and birds that sing
amid leaves that whisper
and gentle breeze
speaking words
so enchanting
that I believe
they are the only words
and I the only man.
Now upon this blesséd day
in this place made magical
I speak words so dear
that songbirds hush.
Hanque O . . .
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/words-so-dear/
