Aria

The voice rises on high Traveling skies of blues Gliding over mountain heights Sliding down valleys of green hues. Another rises from a wooded alcove To join in the play of the first one They fly together over flowery meadows Following the path of the river song. A thrill runs through the air Shaking the leaves on the trees Making flowers wave as they stare With open face at the sun's stream. Hear the birds respond to the duet Singing along in joyful laughter The voices in crescendo, feeling upheld By the music played along by nature. At times, the voices run parallel Then in opposite, from high to low They meet in a light quarrel Laughing it off to rest in a flowery meadow. By CarolineCécile Copyright © 07.10.10