Instruments of the Forest
Butterfly wings,
Strums like violins in the night.
As
Raindrops descends as tears,
Upon a river and echoes out like a harp.
Through these trees filled with the whispers of angels.
My feet’s sweetly move throughout,
The forest like delicate hands on a piano.
For the forest is my very orchestra,
And you my love are,
The rose that I so cherish, and shower with,
Music.
Copyright © Guy-Adler Dorelien | Year Posted 2010
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