THIS MORNING I WAS DRESSED BY THE WIND
The sky said, close your eyes and run
this happy face into a sunrise.
The forest said, never mind, I am as old
as an emerald, walk into me gossiping.
The town said, I am perfect and intricate,
would you like to start right away?
…
This morning I was dressed by the wind,
it was the middle of october in 2010.
(Leonard Cohen)