Beauty Comes By Pain
Highbury Orchard, I`ve heard again the thrush
Amongst the trees; the aroma of Spring,
Blossom flowering on the hawthorn bush.
The little birds, I have heard them all sing
That seasons turn – and what will be – will be
And it`s awoken life in the heart of me.
Across Highbury`s pond, hedgerows, trees and fields
Forever the wind-sailed shadows will pass;
In distant heaven, angel`s tears must yield
To cleanse and re-nourish the dancing grass.
A truth eternal – beauty comes by pain –
This Eden – so I find Earth fair again.