A world made sense

It is human to know birdsong
to know the sound of the sea
the waves pounding
and the dry suck of the shingle
as the waters recede

It is human to hear the wind
whisper through the trees
and to interpret the voice
of all natural phenomena

to feel the sun on your face
and take it as a gesture
of brotherly love as a caress
from the source of all life

It is human to know feelings
and to put them into words
and to arrange them into a world
made sense by our senses

John Lyons