The moon's on its way
To its nightly shift
The frogs fill the creek below
The tall grass waves
A farewell to the day
The wind moans sweet and low
A heron tucks
His head in his wing
The fish in the lake float along
The sun sinks from sight
Away, but never gone
The dawn brings the dew
Like a thousand jewels
A nest rustles high on a bough
The blue egg stays warm
In the cool of the morn
Under a red breast of down
The clouds turn and stretch
The moon checks its wrist
And gathers itself with a yawn
And winks to the sun
Away, but never gone
All o'er the world
As it turns and it turns
The stars twinkle off and on
And we come and go
Away, but never gone
