Sharing With Others

I wandered aimlessly around
Until a lone green woods I found,
Then wrapt myself in solitude,
As it's splendor I did view.

Yet not for long was this woods still
For soon I heard a questioning trill,
And then from far off an answering note
That seemed to come from A Red Bird's throat.

Yes, I must needs share with creatures small
The splendor of this woods after all,
For God wills that along the way
We share with others everyday.  

By Treva E. Stokes (1912-1980)