Remember the plight
Of the wandering moth
As it wings thru the night
Something bright & attractive
Lures him on
He burns in it’s light

Or polka-dotted pixies
Dressed up as butterflies
With magic in the meadow
And fairies in the flowers
This is the sunlight in your eyes

Listen to the sound of tumbling falls
Of water gushing somewhere far
See the dappled green thru trees
Dance in the halo of their cover
A hurricane is coming

Sun sets the trees on fire
They bow to the sky’s majesty
The myriad of bending sees the wind
….And she is dancing