Sing down the sky, BirdIt's your job. SitOn a fence post. ShoutTo the grey cloudsCoax the sun through.

Wine red blossom Melded with greenPerfect blend On yellow, blue, and whiteLike a painted China dinner plateGlazed and fired Touched with goldLight of morning sun.

Pirouette to the wind's songWildflower crowned with greenNo finer music movesThan south wind on prairie grassesSweet tunes and melodiesOf birdsong and cricket trillsSymphony of lifeBallad of summer, wind songTwirl and spin on tiptoe.