How do I understand it?
I do not know-
For what joy would it be?
What joy could arise from
Knowing all of Mother Nature's
Secrets?

Where do the flowers go
When the Blooming Seasons are
Fast asleep in their Sweet Beds?

Why are the raging rivers in a Hurry?

What do the babbling brooks
Speak of when they Murmur
Their unknown language?

How do birds know where to go
When Winter stretches
Her Icy Fingers through the Trees
Of their Homeland?

How do i understand it?
I possibly couldn't.
For what Excitement could Grow?
what Excitement could Grow from
that Mysterious Feeling of
Unaccessable Kowledge?