Grow flower,

grow quickly,

before the daylight fades –

carrying with it

all the bright, beautiful birds.

Come again sweetly,

lend a feather to a friend

and nest with me.

Feathers or no,

dig a little deeper.

Caress – bud to sky and root to earth.

The rising tide of wings gather

in the setting light

exchanging colors with the sun.

Do not be afraid

when the day is done.

You will sit alone in the dark

and the moon will sing you her crone songs.