The buds on the trees have become fresh green...
The birds all sing their sweet serenade...
Flying
The milk of stars...
The sky so night and blue,
Looks so much more beautiful...
Dawn so bright and early
Casting a shadow on...
That fresh smell of pine,
Reminds me of my homeland...
Beautiful the wind,
that blows away the stains...
His hooves pound harshly
Mane blows wildly in the wind...
One of nature's wonders,
I fall and continue to flow...
I stare out over the ocean,
Forget about my sleep...
In the realm of snow and flake
Thus begins the weathers wake...
A gentle breeze
rustles the tall grass...
Cemetery lights shine down
showing radiant possibility's frozen time...