Symphony of the Wind

Written by: 38 Tango


Early in the morning when walking my dog. 
I hear the early morning chorus,
and the croaking of the frogs,
Above clouds, they dance across the sky, 
twirling their pink skirts,
as they go passing by.
In unison the trees they sway,
to the symphony of the wind,
it is the the dawning of another lovely day.