Into the new-born light they sing
amidst a dawning sky of blue.
Into this morning’s ease they ring,
winded bells of blushing hue.
Let not a mortal word be said.
Just savor every bloom instead.
Now breathes a symphony this hour,
a world awakened in quiet song.
There is the power of each flower
that greets one soul the whole day long
as such a fragrance fills the breeze
and carries me throughout the trees.
