Human History

We have enough to eat.
A bed. A roof and warmth.
Ears tuned to voice.
Day is a herald.
Sure, says the world.
Down by the river
a story is unfolding.
It is private.
An old woman is knitting.
Sure says the sky.
It is possible to learn.
At the river, stones gather.
They are like notes.
A text waiting to be sung.