The sparrows are my alarmclock,
the sun my wake-up cue,
and every single morning I wash myself in the dew.
Flitting through the air
the clouds twisting braids in my hair.
A smile upon my face
I in the world’s embrace.
The trees reach out to me with their leafy arms,
I laugh and dance out of reach
but soon I grow tired so I land and rest on a peach.
After this I fly to a flower.
My fingers run down the petals.
The pollen makes me sneeze
and as I sit there I chat with wayward bees.
My friend the spider weaves me a skirt
and also a matching shirt.
I dance to the coming twilight
and welcome the approaching night.
And then as the dusk gathers I launch myself in flight
again back to my leaf
where I lay down soon to be asleep.