I Sing

I sing softly and sadly

I sing sadly and softly

I sing in the middle of your delight

and at the edge of your last anguish

I sing as if the day would never end

I sing slowly at midnight and quickly at dawn

I sing to the wind and the stars and the dark

I sing to the treetops and to their trunks

I sing to small frogs in the rainwater pipe

also to the bees that visit my clover

I sing in the cities, among their towers

I sing in rainforests and alongside rivers

I sing with the sea and with thunder

with jagged rocks and rising mountains

I sing in the language of a cat

and in the colours of a butterfly

in the pouring rain I sing

in the burning sun I sing

I will never stop singing