Solitude

A blade of grass is never lonely,
Nor are the drops of rain that nourish,
Nor are the stones that tumble down,
Nor the mountain that let it go.
The little lamb is never lonely,
For after its mam it has a herd,
Nor is the shepherd lonely,
For he has his hearth.
So never is the moon lonely,
For it has the sky as its shelter,
For though my moon be dark towards the sky,
The sky always is brighter with her.