CIRCLE THE LIGHT

Who comes
hopping and popping
Walking sweet
The little feet, of
My joyous days
Mopping all
Old age glum

Every time
I conjure
Thy call
I sip nectar
And, Where
the lotuses bloom

I fly by
Lofty mountains
Spreading my feathers, wide
Such radiance
Do me child
Circling its light, azure!