The swallow's tail splits the dawn light spills on the eaves
The thrush pecks at dewdrops drip-drip it weaves
Bamboo tips sway the kingfisher plays
Moss breathes softly gently expands its ways
Mountain stream chimes a tinkling sound
Leaves step on tree rings spinning around
Hang my thoughts on the treetops high
The wind will shape them like cotton in the sky
Hoo Hoo (whispered echoes in the vale)
The squirrel hugs its acorn sprouting a tale
Hoo Hoo (teeth mimic the cicada's wing)
All the clamor is wrapped in moss's spring
(Fingers lightly tap lips a sparrow's soft call in the finale's ring )