Rushes

Everyone nowadays just seems to be,
In every which-way an authority,
They all know so much more than me,
About their own reality.

Few facts are known but the words gush out,
This is how it works – there is no doubt,
Listen to me, don’t make me shout,
I’ll tell you what it is all about.

But a quiet voice by the riverside,
As the rushes move next the water wide,
as the wavelets lap and the finches chide,
Speak a truth that cannot be denied.