Laugh
I won’t falter if you laugh at me
although the clouds may cry.
And the trees in solemn silence
stare blankly at the sky
and the grass, beneath summer’s heat,
turn and gossip silently.
And a hundred other things all because
you laughed at me.
Still, I won’t falter if you laugh at me
although the wind may bellow.
And each leaf cry out
to his neighbor
and the birds, in summer madness,
start chirping wildly.
And a thousand other things all because
you laughed at me.
No I won’t falter if you laugh at me.
