Before the sun was quite awake
I saw the darkness like a lake
Float away in a little stream
As swift and misty as a dream.
It left the morning oh so still
Except once a whippoorwill
Up in the orchard whispered a word
And once a frog trilled like a bird.
Then I could only think of me,
And what a nicer child I’d be
If I could learn to walk as still
As morning sunlight on a hill.