Where is my heart?
Is it near the brambles, or stone,
or at the water’s edge?
There it is! Do you see it
in the thick of the brush along the hedge?
Mr. Mouse guards it
with a staff of gold,
and the bunnies gaze upon it
for it’s a rare sight to behold.
The critters of day and night
circle around it with song,
A ballad to encourage a thing
to find its way home.
…
I’ll keep the light on
for the moment
it remembers
we belong.
-Les’Nspired
