Your whole house is full of living.
Everything is giving
Something magic, every window, every rug.
Through each door, each room calls shyly,
And the ceiling looks down slyly,
As it holds the walls together in a hug.
Look outdoors, each wonder’s waiting
For your magic celebrating,
Because it’s you alone that makes the magic live.
Full of pride, the grass is growing,
It just waits there for your knowing,
And the ground has something that it wants to
give.
Every bird flies full of sorrow,
Unless now, or some tomorrow,
You soar up and keep it company in flight.
You can do it in your feeling,
Every wonder has its healing,
Do it gladly, and you’re sure to do it right.
And then all the world will thank you.
Then no one will outrank you,
Because no one could be happier than you.
And the secret in your pleasure
Is the way you find new treasure
In a stone, a smile, a bud, a kitten’s mew.
The whole world has hidden wonder.
HENRY
THE
PICKLE
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