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
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