Get-Up-And-Go

Get-up-and-go - - - - - - - - - Low and high He follows her One stare he despairs To catch her Bashful she is She hides and flies And he is afire with desire Above shining is the bright sun And she is readying Her wings to take a leap unto the sun Nor is she in a hurry Nor does she wish peace to bury A soft breeze rustles the tree Now wide spread her wings Before him like a dream she flies Soaring high and high Beaming with confidence Beaming with defiance She calls him nigh He chases her Soaring high Blocking out the sun She stops to face the predator Mind over matter The sin vanquished over