On pleasant mornings

when the windows are dappled with dew

and the apple trees lie in silence

I wake with a fresh point of view

I look up at the prodigious pine tree

Oh, how it flies through the sky!

Behind it, incandescent sunshine

pours down to my delight

In these scenes, I see something of me

of a regeneration which comes from time to time

It washes over me like joyous sunshine

and carries me into the day

I know that it’s coming soon