The Spirit comes from within
  In the wind, in the sun muted
By mists passing before your face
  Like breath and life everything
Stands much taller, seeming to take in
  The wildness of the space
Enlivened by its natural space
  Silken threads come out
In each ray of sun, blinking like
  Glitter adding iridescent
Strands of bling into the space
  While birds fly through
Never stopping traveling on through
  The morning hush just to be
Meant for the atirring of all that was
  And all that has been