Down by the river, down by the trees
Morning dew droplets latch onto leaves
And roll down and off them
For the earth to retrieve

Out in the country the air is clean
And I hear the sparrows and their voices ring
All through the mountains
A long, lost melody

And I gaze in wonder at the Moon at night
It's a burning iris of God's eye
And each phase that passes
Just a blink where he resides