Weather
Weather is the answer
When I can’t go out into flowery places;
Weather is my wonder
About the kind of morning
Hidden behind the hills of sky.
Summer-Day Song
Wild birds fly over me.
I am not the blue curtain overhead,
I am the one who lives under the sky.
I swing to the tree-tops,
I pick strawberries,
I sing and play,
And happiness makes me like a great god
On the earth.
It makes me think of great things
A little girl like me
Could not know of.