The setting sun gently furls the sky's unending clouds
as the day's long rain retires to foggy mountains in the east.
Light, clean as the morning dew and trembling like an infant star
gently caresses rippling waves of cedar boughs.
Amid the ring of towering green, just above the central meadow,
a dragonfly dances as Loreena sings "The Lady of Shalott."