She is whisked through the air,
A weightless dancer leaping through the wind.
Whisper, whisper, she tells her secrets to the sky.


With the breeze, she transforms,
Now a butterfly, now a bluebird.
Whoosh, whoosh, she is always changing.


Gracefully and gallantly gliding through the mist,
She is the picture of pride.
La-dee-dee, la-dee-da, the Sun trills a tune to her.


Her white-wisp cloak wraps around her,
Making her soft and stunning.
Hum, hum, she sings a song of joy.


She is like a good mother,
Always watching over you with a gentle eye.
Tisk, tisk, she tells you to behave.


She is whisked through the sky,
A weightless ballerina gliding through the breeze.
Hush, hush, your secrets are safe with her.