Beautiful
White cloud in the valley
The blues in the heavens
Deepening as my eyes lift
To the waning moon
Blackbirds are singing
In the quiet place
Pipits and finches
Rise from the meadow
Geese flying down
From the shining moors
Are gilded by the rising sun
Their wild calls echo
There's a space in the sky
Where the skylark should be
On this bright blue day.