Clandestinity

Floating so gently o'er yon frozen lake,
I watch them flitting and flick'ring away.
Beauty so rare it seems wrong to partake
in this Dance of the Night, Song of the Day.

One with the heavens and one with the earth,
born of the purest of nature's refrains,
tiny in stature, but mighty in worth,
joined all-together, no weakness remains.

Singing like angels and shining like stars,
dancing with flowers and hiding in trees,
laughing like children, no innocence barred --
no greater joy can be found than in these.

Trailing their happiness all through the sky,
they seem to see me, and whisper ...
                                                      "Goodbye!"