Fair, fair and fair is the air

Fair, fair and fair is the air,
Filled with the ecstatic songs
Of Skylarks, with the rustling
Of leaves in the breeze
Spiritual and sensual.
Ripples over the pond,
With the blowing of wind.

Selene bade farewell to Apollo,
Screening the world with darkness,
Favouring the bad to wander.
Serenity, disturbed with tweeting
And twittering of birds;
The hooting of owls,
Making the night dreadful.

Sprinkled as the seeds
Are the stars in the Firmament,
Bright, height in the night;
Wandering are the clouds –
Gray and gloom –
Without knowing the way
The wind directs.

Dreadful, dreadful, dreadful
Things looked in the dark,
Fading gradual from the sight,
As goodness from the human hearts.
Still are the trees, as observing silence
On the death of Peace.