Our September

I remember our youth times where trees bear so many fruits And the birds of heaven would sing for us; today teas fill My eyes as all I see and hear are the sounds of the machines Around me; I have longed for the sounds of waters meandering In our beautiful mountains; mountains that were so holy. I always wanted to spend this time with you; Your sweet voice was so wonderful to my ear drums. I never thought that I will have to leave; being with you made I to even see what was happening around; I even lost contact with the spirit Why did you let them change you? I thought you remember that you were the seed to those plain lands of our fore fathers But today is as I can feel the spirit around me I can see the land we created in our thoughts; and the machine Sounds are fading away now; All I hear is the harmonic sounds of the birds and waters falling down From great waterfalls where wishes come true and love is amended Sweet September my one I once share the heart