Classic Poem

There are some thoughts too sad to put in words,
There are some joys too deep for accents gay.
I think that that is why God makes the birds
Such things to say.

There are some moments full of melodies
Too sweet for harps or any human thing.
I think that that is why God makes the trees
Such songs to sing.

There are some souls that down life's highway pass
Too fair to last in hope's bright diadem.
I think that that is why God makes the grass
To shelter them.

There are some hours too lonely for the light,
When laughing sunrays but intruders seem.
I think that that is why God makes the night,
To sleep, and dream.