lyrics: Grass-winged Dragon, by Ron McAdow As morning loses its final star
 she raises her head from the river bed
 she opens her mind to the sky. Otters spiral around her slender neck 
over her smooth blue back
 and turtles watch them race by. In the rising sun she shakes out her plumes 
when she flies they will shimmer 
and whisper with air. She tests the muscles of her many-acred wings 
the meadows quiver like green silk 
and blackbirds flutter and call. She exhales a chorus of bird song
 lofting mayflies into the breeze
 soothing the heart of an anxious wren. To visit her mothers, her mothers the clouds skirted by swallows, she rises 
skirted by swallows, violet and white.