In my little cabin

In my little cabin

in the middle of the wood,

I awake and see the seasons,

and my heart sings all is good.

I listen for the birdsong

wafting softly through the breeze

And see God blow his lifebreath

gently through the trees.

Alone here in my cottage,

alone here in my wood,

I awake and see the seasons,

and my heart sings all is good.

©Feb. 2019