• The sweet, soft flit
    over the care of the petaled ones
    sweet air beneath the wings
    of joy and praise

    Sweet whispering song
    of the maiden call
    the chirping bird calls
    of love and morn

    Be glad of the sun
    the leaves so soft
    the natures basket
    of bed and meal

    The green hath sprout
    air of sweet breathe
    to fly over those kin
    of flesh and wing

    The leaves turn gray
    and fall to the cold, plain Earth
    to fill the air with their sweet nectar
    of past and future

    The babe waits
    as nature's fluff engulfs
    the tender, idle twig
    of density and purity

    The sun shines bright
    on the morn
    the peace passes
    onto the great beauty.