There’s a thousand million
Sparkling tinkling waltzing refractions
There’s a never ending chorus
Of pebbles, of waves
The zephyr’s blown in over the Dolomites
Travelling with some softness, some certainty
The migration has begun
Freshwater havens, seaside lakes are forsaken
Cotton wool clouds
Around the sky blue sky, surrounding silver tints
Above, a thousand million, maybe even a zillion
Sparkling tinkling star bright illuminations
