At first light birds find their voice again
After the long silence forced by night
For me tottering out of forgetful dreams
Into the new day the chorus from the trees
Seems a personal greeting from kindred
To one who can fly about without wings
Bring down white clouds to feather nests
Make the moon glow brighter with praise
Let the rainbows linger long after sunset
Before the sun begins to make shadows
Before colour returns to the colourless
The reticent goddess leaves on quiet feet.
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