Mist in a valley, fresh and green
Chirps and twits how sweet they sing
Smooth as cream is the cool, damp air
Twinkle twinkle goes Nature's funfair
Chicken, chicks and butterflies
Baby blues of clear blue skies
Shiny as black coal is the household pet
Woe it has white toes, still hunter of rats
Cool be the floor, warm is the spread
Coziness is tea and of needs taken cared
Merry is news of loved ones, and from
Even merrier the hymns of sunshine after storm
Words we speak, off the tongue they roll
Language of companionship, language of the soul
Remember them, remember, less come another day,
I forget how they are said, then dismay, dismay.
you. wrote. this. :D so i shall be inspired.
ReplyDeletewords we don't speak and the
songs we don't sing and yet
something remains in the
breeze that we breathe and it
reads, us
joyfully, candidly
brings, us
out of the world to the
heavens above for a
taste of the Joy that is
given to us by the
one, God.
happily, smilingly:
thank, God, for you.
heh. p.s: read according to the rhythm.