Strangers in the yard
Every beautiful time required sublime moments,
Of unending service to other people, we know not,
The sacrifice light which covers the darkest nights,
Can give a better taste to the stew in the stirring pot.
Make someone smile who’s already in silent dust,
It is a little line between where we part and say goodbye,
Leave unfinished task, where thoughts would not last,
To see the new rainbow blossomed in the sky.
Perhaps nature may change the whole atmosphere
Don’t stand too near, or cry, for your voice will not die,
When it makes the trees and worms on the leaves here
The calm serenading songs drifting by.
The guardian angels are inside and all around town,
Are we friends? Or stranger beings in cold ground?
