Like sailing clouds beneath the flaps
That shade the circle sun
I too will mingle with a feather
Be puffed up far from land

Like splash of silver mountain rocks
Sprinkling down the ground
I too will tumble off a cliff
To hear the rustling sound

Like leaves of reds and violets
That float with tender ease
I too will ballet from a nest
To taste the autumn breeze

And like a seave of bright white light
Streaming everywhere
With just my intuition sparks
I too will shimmer there