There Is Much More Of Course

Heaven knows when a rose lingers in the sun. Perfume on the bough is a heady bliss. A rider knows when he holds tight the rein There's something corroborative in this There's something more than animal or beast Guiding, the controls of his life his, risk. Heaven knows when a buzzard flies southeast It isn't to prey on the basilisk. There's something more than meets the humble eye Heaven knows when a brown trout swims up-stream It's not just there to somehow multiply, Breaking its body to levitate and dream. From the rose to the buzzard and the horse From man to fish, there is much more of course.