Hum
Alain Johannes
Walked to the old oak today
Our faded letters holding sway
Through the leaves light trickling
I lay down grass caressing me
Over here I sense a humming
Under there a hum
Eternal hum
A dead world turning inside out
And in my hope a quickening
Invisibly your saving hand
As I survive this slipping land
Over there I sense a humming
Under here a hum
Eternal hum