Sweet breeze tingles from every corner,
It soothes my soul.
The sky above a heavenly abode,
As I sit out on the pyol.
The lush green fields sway and swing,
Hovering over which,
Were the flight of birds whizzing their wings.
Squirrels squeak to-ing and fro-ing their hairy tail,
While birds tweat a lovesome song.
There's sweetness in the air ,
And I sing along............
Lumps of cloud my eyes behold,
Furring the limitless stretch of sky.
Behind the mead hid the grey-gowned hills,
That my twinkling eyes did spy.
Still sitting out on the pyol,
The beauty around I appreciate,
Eyes shut and lips mumbling,
Thanking God for all the splendour he did create !!!
2007-08-26
00:54:20
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