Days - Yes

This song of evening’s light would charge my memory to flight

The trees that listen

Swift wings do carry on through constant gardens they offer delight

It is the evening

In deepest woods and fern young deer step light through morning’s mist

Ascend the swallows

First light streams through the treetops bouncing as the flowers illuminate

The breath of morning

This day of days I thought I lay in peace midst grass so green

To reach to skyward

Where larks do sing such high delights do pour into my senses

The days are blessings