In the chaotic lime tree
Your crimson glittered
Against the greens, and the woods, and the thorns.
When morning rays cut through the silky mist
And gleam upon the dark blue mountain,
You stop for a second,
Greeting the rainforest
With your dances and your songs.
Like a blood drop in the sea of leaves
You gave morning a fiery wake;
So vibrant, eccentric, uncanny—
Hopping and warbling chants
So gay and carefree.