Pecking its way out of the golden light Songbirds arise non-feathered when they hatch Feathered wings lift them high in upward flight Crested larks lay colourful eggs that match Aeronautical flying birds in love In the air, romancing like Valentines Returning to where they were quite beloved Where their hearts weren't always undermined I know you do verily love the uplift Even when your spirit flies to the bayside Where imagination soars adrift While I'm trekking on with my mighty hindsight Bright light flies from the summits each morning A reddish glow adorns those summits, recording: Alpenglow!