Clouds- why do you disperse so?
You give way to a light that casts no shadow on this ground on which I lie.
The morning sunshine does not penetrate these shadows you have cast upon my heart- dear Clouds,
You sprinkle fairy dust upon a tiny piece of atmosphere in this universe
So sweet—
You turn each breath into the last, dear Spring;
Honey trickles through these walls of frost,
And they melt into a flower-
I know not of which kind;
T’is the kind from which this fairy dust is extracted
And enchants my soul into an eternal dance of smiles and giggles.
Oh, how you turn each gust of wind into song;
And the birds!
For, how they burst into a melody
That rests upon my windowsill each morn-
I know not if it’s a dream or a haze to which you trick our spirits.
You release these troubles so they might enter another universe and replace them by your melody.
The spring which runs down that mountain you’ve created
Becomes a fountain of dew;
A mere drop runs through the thirsty soil on which we stand
And gives birth to a tree.
I climb this tree with you dear Spring;
I climb for eternity.
And when the rain, snow and droughts come,
Your song guides me and my soul
Slips past the cracks in the frost and dances and drinks your honey
So that it might go a bit further.
You come and go as the wind blows
But these branches on which we rest
Contain traces of that fairy dust— dormant or not,
They insert a gleam into eyes that have so long been cast upon the ground
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