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.