Where is it written
that the trees should love the sky?
That flowers should rest their sleepyÂ
heads in the palms of my hands?
That rain should fill the cups ofÂ
leaves and offer itself to the birds?
That night should follow day
without question or argument?
That the soft wings of butterflies
should open and close, open and close?
Tell me where it is written and IÂ
shall read that book again and again.Â
And then tell me why I should not love this world.
