In a churchyard by a river,Lazing in the haze of midday,Laughing in the grasses and the graze.Yellow bird, you are a
lone in singing and in flying on,In and in leaving. Willow weeping in the water,Waving to the river daughters,Swaying in the
ripples and the reeds.On a trip to Cirrus Minor, saw a crater in the sunA thousand miles of moonlight later.