why do I

love old songs
as old as I am
and perhaps
even older

love old trees
with roots
as deep
as the deepest thoughts

love to hear
children's voices
climbing shoots
finding light

love to have
and to hear
water flowing
in the cleanest river

like to see
waves of salty
shell loaded water
leaping on the shores

why do I
list all that?
it has always been
in my hearts

why do you
listen to me?
perhaps you see
you're just like me.