31 <br /> <br />THE trees come up to my window <br />like the yearning voice of the dumb earth. <br /> <br />32 <br /> <br />HIS own mornings are new surprises to God. <br /> <br />33 <br /> <br />LIFE finds its wealth by the claims of the world, <br />and its worth by the claims of love. <br /> <br />34 <br /> <br />THE dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past. <br /> <br />35 <br /> <br />THE bird wishes it were a cloud. <br />The cloud wishes it were a bird. <br /> <br />36 <br /> <br />THE waterfall sings, <br />'I find my song, <br />when I find my freedom.' <br /> <br />37 <br /> <br />I CANNOT tell why this heart languishes in silence. <br />It is for small needs it never asks, <br />or knows or remembers. <br /> <br />38 <br /> <br />WOMAN, <br />when you move about in your household service <br />your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles. <br /> <br />39 <br /> <br />THE sun goes to cross the Western sea, <br />leaving its last salutation to the East. <br /> <br />40 <br /> <br />DO not blame your food because you have no appetite.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stray-birds-31-40/
