At the hour of the sunrise, the elves rose
To colour the budding flowers
And set the bees to flight
Before the morning dew is dry.
They called onto a thousand birds
And nested their song in the trees.
Rolling rivers sang with them
As the Sun rose above the firs.
Chestnut, birch, alder and maple
Cypress whishpering through the wind
Grass growing in visible speed
As the day dawned where rivers meet.
