Love

Drops of sunlight between the branches,
wetting the swaying grass –
A giggle makes a picture of it,
The smooth baritone of love.

Words come easily and truly,
Philosophy makes sense –
A swift kiss makes no matter of it,
The wilfulness of friendship.

Drops of sunlight between the branches,
wetting the swaying grass –
A giggle makes a picture of it,
The smooth baritone of love.