shala runs through the trees
singing as she goes, oh
what is wonderful today?
shala brushes through the wheat,
long and thin and rich, seeking
what is wonderful today.
shala watches sparrows fly, leaping
limb to limb, and calling, see!
what is wonderful today!
shala plucks the petals from the bud,
counting, smelling, humming
what is wonderful today.
shala runs along the fence,
feet pounding out the future and
what is wonderful today.