O’ Laughter by Andrew Borne

O rain who falls upon the waves
O waves who bend across the sky
O sky who hears all notes that laugh
Laughing for the rain, waves, and sky

O air who falls upon the grass
O grass who carries bumbling bees
O bees who paint the purple laugh
A laughter through the busy breeze

O laughter fall out of a voice
O Voice who flares along each path
O path a mystery to behold
Behold, thank God, a living laugh