Here with HerWhen we are on the verge of SpringI await the blooming of flowers And wonder who needs to leave this place To find heaven. I bring flowers to her, For no reason and for every reason,And put them in a vase so she knowsthat I have found heaven here with her.

Unnoticed There's a winter wren in AlaskaNo man has laid eyes on her beautyShe sings in the spruce pine where she livesNo man has heard her songShe flies down to gather a twig for her homeNo man has built her a houseShe comes upon a bite to eatA worm has a misfortunate morningNo man has thrown seed for her foodOverhead clouds cast a shadow in the dawnShe returns homeNo man has noticed