Sit on my sil
And taste the freshness
Feel the relief
Of softly flowing wind
Not too cold for early Spring
I am happy.

Sit on my sil
And hear the murmur
Of rustling trees
And rushing cars
Tired birds and owl people
I am calm.

Sit on my sil
And see the dark
Covering the houses like a blanket
Tiny flickering light
Little bright stars
I am solemn.

Sit on my sil
And touch the sky
Fuzzy rabbit asleep on the lawn
Fresh breeze on the glass
Bumpy grey shingles
I am frozen.

Sit on my sil
And smell the mist
New growing grass
Patches of drying mud
Yellow glow of the moon
I am moved.