The blue birds in the air are green on the prairie
Who hears them sees them and so who sees them hears them
Their wings deployed, extended over the country
But a fire always stretches through their feathers' stem
Agile aerial Chameleons, translucent
Clouds taking turns assuming the role of living
Forming an idea then opposite content
Proteins' azure provokes limitless rotating
They fly through the spaces of sublime excellence
Divine principles sealed upon the horizon
The perfection of stars indicates their presence
And so do the moon's games at the turn of seasons
