Can the will of the wave
Cast aside the sea?
Can the wind refuse the howl,
The forest quit the tree?
Can the moon abate the shine,
The cave the rock set free?
Of the shelter of the sky,
The brilliant sun take leave?

Treasures of the earth hidden
Deep in dirt remain,
The moth will ever flutter near
The bright and open flame,
The bird abandons not his song,
The bee will not the flower flee,
As the stars belong with night,
So I belong with Thee.

Copyright 2018. L.L. Shelton.