The Laughing Brook

Have you got a brook in your heart,
Which gurgles at it flows,
Filling your life with laughter
Fast flowing, sometimes slow?

Where bashful thoughts like petals bloom,
And daring acts dive down to drink,
And shadows of sadness tremble so,
But never reach the brink?

Look out for the little brook in March,
When in Spring it overflows,
And rain come hurrying from the hills,
To fill the brook some more!

It’s when the plains parching lie,
Unhappiness in tow,
It may be time you nurture the brook,
To slake the Summer so!

Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
Let not the Summer’s cruel strife
Break down and make you cry.

So quiet it flows, that no one knows,
That any brook is there;
And yet each day, your toast to life -
You drink it over here.