Sweep low and careful to catch them in the grass.
Be daring in the tall corn and try to predict their route;
The evening is sprinkled with fire flies.
Follow the puffs of silk as they float in the wind.
Catch them along the fence lines and the cedars near the swamp;
The cat tails have burst and are sailing today.
Watch the trees, the door frames, and the
Dew-soaked morning meadows.
There, the sun shines off the silk, and shows delicate,
The spiders have hatched and are riding the winds.
Wait by the streetlight and watch them fall.
In the dark quiet of a winter's night, the bleakness is broken;
Snowflakes, graceful, appear from nowhere.
Be, so wonderful; wrapped in beauty.
The most powerful sense comes direct to your heart.
This is not for breeze or fluttering wings;
I am sending you my love.