While the east wind sighs through the orchards
To cool the world and bring a scent of ripeness
The cows low tenderly, arise from nights slumber
Upon softly trodden wet grass into a dewy morning
While the sun rises higher and the cockerel crows
Review all that you have seen and make a choice
Choose a better way; choose what the heart whispers
Then see the sun break over the distant hills and know
When the dusk comes you were here for a little while