Little Me

In the cold winter

I sit and read by the fire

My thoughtful hand

Readily turns the pages

In the spring morning

I weed around the rose bush

In the evening water it

And then at night it grows

In the summer's late evening

I walk and listen with my family

To the cricket's singing sound

And watch the fireflies dancing

In the cool of the full moon

My love and I are happy

In the age of bright delight

We know we will be all right

The burden of the past

And fear of the future

Have no effect upon our present

That is the grace falling on us