To the Voice in the Wind

Sweet chickadee, 

sweet pea, 

sweet little lips 

     with rosiness in cheeks.  

 Sing softly 

     and slowly, 

lowly 

     in a lullaby.  

Sing the world to sleep.

  

Rest your cool hands upon the atmosphere, 

swirling and twirling the stars to your beat.  

Sway 

and set the winds and breezes in place, 

caressing the world with their moving feet.  

Close your dark eyes, 

     enchantment and mystery, 

close them 

     and let your eyelashes fall.  

Block out the sun with your right hand, 

and let show the moon with your left.   

If you must cry, 

weep for the world.  

Let your tears fall to the broken hearts.   

Carry the children safe in your arms. 

     Carry them safely to home. 

Sing low, 

sweet chickadee, 

sweet pea, 

sweet little lips 

     with rosiness in cheeks.