Birds

Birds,
How beautiful they are,
Flying through the sky.
Soaring through the updrafts,
How I wish I were up there with them.
Wings catching the wind easily,
Up there,
Birds have nothing to fear.

Wind

The wind is blowing through your soul,
So quiet and peaceful.
Wind blowing through the air,
The wind is whispering through your hair.
Birds flying throw the wind,
Flying far without end.

trees

Trees,
Peaceful,
Sweet bliss,
The sound is so hard to miss.
The beauty of the trees green leaves,
In the branches, nests the birds do weave.
A tree has a trunk,
sturdy and strong.
Holding it up there,
All millenia long.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 28.10.2011

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