WHAT IS IT?

What is it that makes me so confused

That makes me forget all reason?

What is it that makes me feel refreshed

That makes me love all seasons?

What is it that I cannot stand

That makes me feel like crying?

What is it that reaches for my hand

That stops my soul from dying?

Why is it that it’s seldom here until you stop to look

And even then it disappears to hide inside a nook?

A babbling brook, a running stream, a water fall, a waking dream

A rainbow’s end, a trusted friend all mixed in to one.

A laughing cow, a garbage scow, a toasted chocolate cake

A silent circle, a tender touch, a warm endearing face.

What is it that I cannot know until it falls into me?

What is it that’s always here waiting to come through me?

What is it?

What is It?