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作曲 : Bridget St John

“The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; But few are the ears that hear it.”

- Henry D. Thoreau

Slender stems are bent and torn

Spindle trees wounded and worn

Blue-John and Jasper are still to be found

Lying red and yellow, lying brown

Weed-hung barberry bushes wither

Mistle thrush and the sparrow shiver

Curlews cry curfew: "Go hide from her wind!

Frost will follow your song, as winter begins."

Snow and corries and hollows drifting

Lives move slowly and feet are shifting

Measuring the riffs for another to sing

Clothed with loving, the promise of another spring

Crystal-cradle of mist and dew

Gently fade and uncover new...

...Shadows, the leaves have laid on the land

Twisting, twirling to patterns, the sun will plan

Birds return to the calm of sun-streams

Fold their nests in the arms of horn-beams

Go run with the lizard, go fly with the bee

Summer comes and her magic wanders free