TELL ME

Tell me dripping leaves and smiling blooms,
            What is it that you whisper?
Are they the tears of silence or sighs of wisdom?
            You are as still as a sage.
Yet you kiss my heart with your secret.
            Do you unfold your arms
To embrace the cool of the morn?
            Which God is so fortunate
That you blossom your offer at his alter
            And flow your tears at his feet?
May I stand away in awful reverence
            Or gently kiss your smiles
And taste your tears?
            I shall  neither see  nor suffer
Your beauty fade
            Nor dare dry your fount.