What: This Wind Says?
Midst, These Sun-Rays!
These Mild Warm Rays!
These Sweet Cool Rays!!
Those Herons, Flying-Past,
In Rows: Their Pairing Flights,
With Beaks, So Close:
Sky Shines, On-Lookers,
Deep Down Hearts:
As, If, Bright Shooting-Stars,
Are Modeled, In Right Pose,
By The Nature: That Has
Numerous Albums, In Its Store,
Containing, Trillions And Trillions
Of All Such Marvels Painted,
On Numerous Lovely Canvases:
Athwart The Horizons,
Around The Globe!