Hi There, Lo Here

Looking out over the prairie, just awoken baby in my arms.

Hi there, sky fair,
Cloud is floating by where
Thursday-morning-broken
Bird ascending high there.

Lo here, oh dear,
Trees and grasses grow near
Where Salaam is spoken
Word descending low here.

Baby and I
‘Tween the grass and blue sky,
Taking in the token
Sights rewarding our eye;

So much passing us by…

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