The stars, sky and the smell of dew things so small we endure How many times we overlook the finest gift of all? Worries, tears, fears of tomorrow troubled hearts with sorrow don't be sad, mad, or extreme because your life is for seen. Listen to the bluebirds sing their songs Savor the purity of the wind of all things that move your soul let this moment be forever yearned.. When the rain drops totter down to kiss your supple lips enjoy the power of distant passion for all of these are heaven sent.