Sway with the wind, you dancer at heart
Hear its whispers, sing with its harp
Gently open your eyes, let it spark
See the clear waters, see where it starts.
Feel on your palm a sweet saved penny
Flick it in the air, flick it gently
Think of it all, things big and small
Think of whatever your desires call.
If maybe not today for its granting,
Would tomorrow do? In a day or two?
Would sitting help? It brings more waiting.
Then maybe it’s what you should be learning.