It was all filtering through,
The sunlight scattered
through budding branches
The sound of a creek
running down the rocks
on the other side of the lake
A chorus of chirps and tweets
from a random choir of birds
busy in the canopied choiry.
All of it hidden – the sun, the creek,
the birds – all unseen
But what I felt and heard
was real beyond belief
Like the love of God
for a thankful soul like me.
Impossible to understand
Impossible to deny.