The light of dawn on dewstruck flowers,
footsteps that never touch the ground.
The first light shines on and through the horizon,
moonlight rains on empty grass,
And the sunshine lives again
Break of dawn
The light of dawn on dewstruck flowers, footsteps that never touch the ground. The first light shines on and through the horizon, moonlight rains on empty grass, And the sunshine lives again
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Golden Light
Golden light, the sun pours down, It’s now late afternoon. Golden light, it flows around, And turns your whole world upside down. Summer Day Haiku
A hot summer day Blue sky shimmers on white clouds I hear birds call Wind
Wind whistling on the raindrops, The sound of the ocean’s roar. Where have you been? You wander so far. Your song on the cliffside pounding. Wind in the trees, like a low birds call, Music pouring into the night. Summer Mornings
Sitting on the grass, Trees all around. The river laughs and shines, The sun filters down, And above the summer sky. Flying With the Birds
Flying in the endless sky, Diving through the pure white clouds. Soaring with the birds up high, Singing in the deep blue sky. Above the Sky
Soaring up above the sky, Far above the world we know. To be singing up so high; Intoxicated by the sky. Winter
Upon the winter wonderland, Past the icy trees. Over the land I used to know And into the land of the breeze. |
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