Girl. With open arms spread, free
Dancing through the fields, and singing,
With her joyful spirit winging,
Sunlit melody

Laughing, in the drenching sun
Clear, crisp wind is gently lifting
Up she flies, and still her sifting
Song has just begun

Darkness. And the thunder crashes
Rain pours, and the dancer, crying,
Through the storm cloud still is flying
As the lightening thrashes

Storms see not, and have no eyes
Their own sound with boom and breaking
Takes no heed of music-making
Or the girl who cries

– s. Clark