It is a cold, mean

E a r t h.

Here,
where children are taught
to

s h o o t

w h i m s i c a l
b i r d s

on pretty days

Here, where the skies
are blue
and the winds are

s o
w a r m

I

F L Y

t h r o u g h the s k y

turning

a n d

f l o a t i n g

a r o u n d

in gentle, peaceful circles

All is right
with the world,

I am content
I am happy

and

t h e n