You may believe that no one sees you,
as hidden as you are, the bold leaves
of the trees that tower above you
soaking up all but this filtered green light.,
You may believe that you are alone,
a singular blossom, deep in the woods,
with no others of your kind in sight.
Still, the morning dew finds you
and decorates you with translucent pearls.
And although you can’t perceive it them,
beings from a dimension adjacent to your own
are gazing at your beauty right this very moment
and saying, “How precious! How sweet!”
And they see that you are brave
and they cherish your clear. tender song.