Do you see what I see
standing under the sky?
It’s underneath the bumblebee
that just passed you by.
It’s right above the London Rocket,
and nearly too small to see,
but there it is – I see it,
just above the Oak tree!
There’s a little verdin flying –
holding onto it fast
It’s on it that it’s riding –
as it swiftly graces past.
Perhaps it’s with the roses,
in the water on their leaves.
You can see it when it’s snowing,
or in the nests that sparrows weave.
It’s often found in earth –
as young roots search for life.
It’s there they’re given worth –
even when other’s give them strife.
Do you feel what I feel
standing under the sky?
Love is real –
It’s all around you –
Don’t let it pass you by.
