What Can I Ask For

Birds singing,
Outside my door.
What could I ask for?
Anything more.

Than birds singing,
And bright sunshine.
With blossoms entangling,
Upon a vine.

And a rift of pure air,
On a sifting low-breeze.
As new buds come bursting,
Out through the trees.

In a far stretch of beauty,
Where stems take a-hold.
With an insight to vision,
More precious than gold.

O what could I ask for,
Filtering down from above?
Just a touch of your feelings,
And a bit of your love.

E.P. 1908 - 1989