What a wonder it is to stand upon a rural hill,
to see distant jewels shine – a city’s light that sing.
Below and all around, the glow of man’s abode,
And then above the mysteries of night’s fresh face.
Singing, celebrating, with friends who’re seen as poor,
I feel intimate and happy honouring a friend’s new year.
People come together, to share life as its lived,
Bound to love and honour while overcoming fears.
Songs are sung for birthday boy, rich food joins the feast,
then erupts the singing for the cake that comes.
Candles burn in a humble home, the floor is only mud.
Yet the Spirit brings a treasure that money cannot buy.
Wrapped up in this evening as lightening flashes high,
feeling gentle rain arrive, so warm and innocent!
Coolness settles, day’s heat flees, good conversation’s flowed,
Learning life is blessed with hearts entwine; it’s good when we can love!
Author – Bill Tidsbury