Not even the subtle whispering of the wind
awakens their spirit,
neither does the raucous call of the eagle.
May those who work miracles
with song, charm them, draw them out,
then the rose and the sun will be theirs. The owls`
forlorn hoot in the night for a mate
reminds them of their need to be affectionate.
Those who fill needs advance to new destinations;
our world, ever arduous and rewarding, is the first,
though not the only paradise.

Reg Naulty.