Dance with the Birds.

In the eternal garden,
the river plays with the light,
the trees sing with the winds,
the lions laugh with the mice,
a great majesty, a sweet gentleness.
Love sees the world alive, and sighs
as a mother sighs, with bright delight,
and children walk like ancient kings.
But strangest of all, and most beautiful:
our spirits there are light as feathers,
and the birds take us by the hands,
and dance with us in the air.

Euan Tait