By Helena Fernz

The wind sings and I hear it
The leaves whisper and I sense it
The butterfly flits and I see it
They are all, all within me
 
What does my spirit know?
I cannot tell, I cannot tell
I know not, only that it will tell
And it will tell when I feel it
 
What does my spirit see?
I have no sight but I sense it
I cannot feel but I touch it
For it's all, all within me