Nature's Spell
How am I entrancedÂ
by the dew on the grass
and the cool warmth of summer mornings?
Why am I seduced
by the sight of a goose
on a misty lake? Without warning
my ill mood's replaced
by an enchanted grace;
I'm struck like a lover at midnight.
Like a baby to sleep,
the birds sing me to peace,
and all at once, all is right.