In a churchyard by a river,
Lazing in the haze of midday,
Laughing inthe grasses and the graze
Yellow bird, you are alone
In singing and inflying on,
In laughing and in leaving
Willow weeping in the water,
Waving to the river daughters,
Swaying in the ripples and the reeds
On a trip to Cirrus Minor,
Saw a crater in the sun
A thousand milesof moonlight later