Must We Know?

Must we know what everything means?
The smell of a rose......the murmur of streams?
Or the light of stars.......or the hush of the night?
Or the song of the Thrush.........or the Ocean's might?

Must we try to explain the song that lingers?
Or the thrill that leaps to the tips of our fingers
When our hand is clasped in the hand of a friend,
& life is changed from that hour to its end?

For me.....it is enough to say.....
That something beautiful passed my way.

Namaste,
Darlene Hill