i am that string
that moves
as yours is touched;
as your waves
move across time
and space,
my soul echoes with
hope
that we may once again
move together
in a quiet duet of our very own.
Nature, Poem 33: Simplicity
by Emily Dickinson
How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And doesn't care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.