What benefits have I to bring the world,
What capabilities as yet unfurled,
What gifts that generous nature has bestowed
For me to pass along in my own mode?
Apparently, it has to do with song
When words and rhymes and meters go along,
Finding their way, discovering new thought
Revealing what I didn’t know I sought.
Just as the birds now waken with the dawn,
Wafting their songs across the lightening lawn,
I feel a kindred impulse to declare
Whatever I’ve melodious to share,
Contributing to nature’s harmonies
With nothing more intended than to please.