Nothing Is Too Much

I've got this out-would look That -nothing is too much, I'll mow your lawn, and toil in the muck. Sow a little friendship insomuch As to feel good-in-myself, And see if things will flourish. I don't believe in magic spells But everything around us seems to nourish. It's as though all rivers return. And deserts expand, If you don't listen to the dune's cold taciturn, Not one living flame will be fanned. Not one small flower of faith shall swell Or dance like a dervish I don't believe in heaven or hell or stand with infidels But everything around us seems to nourish.