The Blue Bird - Anúna, Michael McGlynn

The lake lay blue below the hill

The lake lay blue below the hill, below the hill

As I looked, there flew across the waters cold and still

A bird whose wings were palest blue

The sky above was blue at last

The sky beneath me blue in blue, was blue in blue

A moment ere the bird had passed

It called as if in a trance he flew

The lake lay blue below the hill