Clothe me in your body’s gown,
Raise my spirit to heaven’s crown,
Through the times of solitude,
I watch the seasons change their moods.
High in the leaves of the old oak tree,
A blue bird sings a cheerful reveille.
My quiet spirit fills the air,
The mountain’s presence everywhere,
I lift my hands charmed by nature’s dress,
Dancing in the moonlight’s painted loveliness.
There is no pain or tears tonight,
As all lay in peaceful sleep once more,
Beneath the sky’s restful silence foretold-
Soon arrives the sun’s waking rise,
And by her side is morning’s fire,
And all is clothed by nature’s attire.