.
Light as air, windy, freshly,
As music, wafting with sun,
Through an open window,
In sleepy choir that beams
Are birds, wistful, warmly
In faraway song, arriving
With new day and gardens
Quake, little wings, starting
Things in flowers, colourings,
Which are strummed by touch
Of airs and light and new day,
She wakes and earth sings.