THE ECHOING

Somewhere nearby I hear a cricket sing a lullaby;
Is she singing just for me?
She sings, she sings.

Somewhere nearby I hear a mother weeping for her child;
Is she weeping just for me?
She weeps, she weeps.

Above my head I feel the moon beckon through the sky;
Does she beckon just for me?
She beckons, she beckons.

Below my feet I feel the Earth sigh for ritual;
Is she sighing just for me?
She sighs, she sighs.