Believe this day with young summer light dawn
Now in a spin our planet on axis sings
Being with the gentle of a lightning cloud within
Ghost in the meadow as the snowflakes sublime
Into atmosphere and disappear a vapour in time
Internal and maternal such spirit in the twists
Material as ethereal twinned dancing as the mist
Broken light by standing stones aligned to meet a day
Velocity of annual growth so matched how they lay
Ears of grain and sucklings young look up to the sky
As the sun and moon radiate with their energising eye
Tread soft in time with silken hum from grasses by the bed
See a moss with ample flow for several sleeping heads
Next in turn to woodland souls a forest in your palm
Look inside a treasure box that sneaks behind the calm