And what a stream is to the
sound of water,
are
larks to the air.
Their
effervescence
all around
as
though life just
discovered;
the
intricacy
of their trills,
far
beyond the capabilities of any pianist’s fingers,
is
exhilaration.
In
the light
and colour of a
summer’s day like
this,
far
from vainglorious
cities,
their
song reaches deep into the soul,
finds
the excitement that is our birthright,
draws
it, shining, upward into our day:
life
rediscovered
amid
the exultation of larks.
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