Birds flying in the air over a river
And children playing in a meadow beside it.
A stream that turns an ancient wheel
Under great trees,
And cattle in the water
Below the trees.
And sun, and shade,
And warmth, and grass.
And myself
Dreaming in the grass.
And I am the birds flying in the air over the river,
And the children -playing in the meadow,
And the stream that turns the ancient wheel,
And the wheel,
And the turn of the wheel,
And the great trees that stir and whisper in the breeze,
And the cattle under them;
The sun, the shade,
The warmth, the grass,
And myself
And not myself,
Dreaming in the grass.
For it is spring
And youth is in my heart.
For I am youth
And spring is in my heart.

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