September is busting out all over,
leaves with pretty colors,
fill the cool air.
A new sweater for the cool morning air,
will keep me warm as I pick up pretty leaves over and over.
I love the red and orange colors.
Birds of many colors,
are singing as they are flying through the air,
they keep going to the bird feeder many times over.
September will be over with new colors to fill the winter's air.
I am singing from a corner of the house
Sweet or hoarse,sentimental or appealing,melody or clamour
No one bother and no one can help
People are violating
Virus is attacking
Sad, heartbroken and a chaos
I am lost
I sing to the underprivileged and unfortunates
And also the Almighty God for help
I can only sing
may starts summer off.
june best month with birds singing.
july a 250 birthday.
aug is summer ending soon?
fall dressed in pretty colors.
I've never been one to stay in one place too long
I'm a vagabond traveler, singing a gypsy song
A pirate sailing the seas, with the wind at my back
A lone wolf, never vowing to belong to a pack
I've plodded my way across many foreign lands
I'm a camel in the desert, never following plans
When in need of an oasis to quench my thirst
I fill a hump or two, then eat dates until I burst
I've faced storms that tried to extinguish my flame
Live my life to its fullest and not taking the blame
Never felt ashamed of Elton's songs that I sing
I'll be off again, long before the monsoon sets in
It’s midnight here at the oasis
It's time I put myself to bed.
Hey..' I'm gonna tell ya bout an Aussie gurl
That sheila called Iyah..Who's pummeling
Out hell.' she used a throw away
camera and made (that song; karma-geddon) wow
She sings it out strong, i swear old
satan is quaking..Cause she also found God and
Like a billion followers.? Now with the
Truth she's sure shod.' Shoot'n from
those sweet lips' what the whole world needs
to hear.' Bout
Evil billionaires and scientists..Oh dear oh dear.? About
Wicked actors on smutty screens, the dark side of stardom, that is sick and so obscene, her medicine is
shooting round like lightning, the world is waking up, shes like
The best of our Nation, why don't ya go
look up her stuff? Hear the reality, feel
The answers, as they rise up in you.' As
she shoots it from the lips, giving cover so
You'll make it through!, Get there to her side, and pray for your soul, in this time of
Of proof and testing, just put satan on hold..Tune in to Iyah..Turn to her page she; is to be found
on most information platforms, don't
delay act now, spread this info..
Its a deffo.' Hey just turn her up' AND MAKE IT LOUD !!!!!
melodic moonshine
painting golden light as song
silhouettes singing
Silver moon begins to rise,
One sweet star sings
lullabies,
Bringing dreams to sleepy
eyes!
The school bus crawled into the village
just as the sun slipped beyond the horizon.
Villagers emerged with machetes in hand,
clearing the road for their visitors—
men and women united by a mission
to protect and preserve marine life.
Joy filled the island.
Laughter echoed from every corner.
The local captain, Pastor Kagoto,
could not stop reciting his poems,
while songs drifted through the evening air.
Village girls came out singing,
their voices carrying across the shore
as they welcomed the newcomers.
Later that night,
the visitors pitched their camp on the island.
The women retired to their tents,
while the men gathered around a crackling fire.
The waves whispered against the beach,
their rhythm clear in the stillness of the night.
Above, the sky blazed with countless stars,
as if the heavens themselves had joined the villagers
in welcoming the guests.
As darkness settled over the island,
hearts were filled with anticipation,
and every soul carried great expectations
for the days that lay ahead.
Moonbeams glow as I sing
you to sleep,
Over the treetops where
quiet stars peep,
Ocean of dreams are now
ready for you,
Nighttime has painted the
sky a deep blue,
Shut your sweet eyes until
morning shines through.
what are they doing? asked my pa
singing for their supper said old grandma
she waddled out there, bird song in the air
and gave them bird food, which seemed quite fair
When the Earth Woke Singing
The sun came up, the day anew,
leaving behind the fresh morning dew.
The sky stretched endlessly and ached in blue,
making my grass and flowers stretch upright,
shaking off sleep in the morning’s hue.
While the sun shone low in the morning sky,
children emerged, wide-eyed and bright,
ready to explore and play.
Laughter and chatter could be heard near and far,
even before the day hid the very last morning star.
Before even the first cars and trucks hit the roads,
my topsoil had been pattered by bunnies and toads.
Then, as my roots unfurled to drink from the morning’s honeydew,
I again drank in the children’s hymn of promise anew.
Their shadows framed their joy, and the sun moved higher,
leaving my fields a tapestry ablaze with laughter.
Musicians of the land, wise voices, songs of life
Sharing life and love, melody of spring, new tale
I'm just sitting on the bench, sad memories, tears
Friends, the singing birds of Fryent Country Park
Oh, my friends! humans and birds! How I love this place!
My friends are all natural beings here. Trees, bushes, flowers!
wild animals, the clouds, the wind, the sky! The light! My life!
Here is life. The truth. Helps always
I am sad when I came
Happy when leaving
I feel the breath of life again
Fresh air gives a new heart
Delete all my pain, or just kill the pain
Oh, God, thank you for this nature
I start to feel again. Switched off a long time ago
Park, Fryent Country Park. Ancient medicine
Thank you this afternoon
Thank you for the breath
Thank you, birds, trees
Thank you, sun and friends!
“More often.” Said Satan
What? I don't understand
“Go there.” Answered Satan
Why?
“The bird.”
On Monday morning magpie sang.
I thought it was for me.
He warbled high, he warbled low,
With joy for me to see.
His head leaned back, beak to the sky
The tumbling notes rang out.
He would have sung them anyway
If no one was about.
As sun shone through the misty morn
His song continued clear.
The silences between the tunes
Delightful to my ear.
On Tuesday morning, once again
The scruffy magpie sang.
His liquid notes, from one to next,
All through the air it rang.
‘Twas for himself, the joy of life!
On sunny mornings, sing!
To other creatures, me and them,
True pleasure did it bring.
On Wednesday morning, cleaned the house,
No outside time for me.
On Thursday an appointment made
And that would have to be.
When Friday came I’d quite forgot
To miss my magpie friend.
Then at stormy evening time, I mourned.
I found him dead,
I cried because I realised
That he was old and weak.
But even so he’d sung out clear
And given joy to me.
His song goes on forever
Lilting, weaving through the sky.
A sound like that reverberates
And never will run dry.
"Listen To The Wind Sing as it sparks your imagination giving life to the words you write." By Poet
Listen to the mighty wind sing
A sound filling the air with love and peace
Giving the chimes a heavenly ring
A stormy day and wind may soon cease
Words are needed and are now on their way
Let's write about the rain soaked weary geese
Sun adds imagination to this windy day
Making the wind come out singing
Now we can all peacefully write and pray
Listen to your words as chimes are ringing
Wind and windchimes sound good together
Your words and windchimes are singing and swinging
Calm wind lite as an angel's feather
Watch out for the changeable weather
I feel the heaviness of winter is over,
snow and cold be gone until next year.
I feel Spring is here,
here in all her warming glory.
The birds are singing their little hearts out,
I am singing with them.
I feel the pretty flowers fragrance in the air,
coming from their many pretty colors.
I feel softness on my skin,
as I watch the baby bunnies scamper.
I feel lite as the cool air,
Easter is on the way.
I feel I need to rejoice,
it is a magical time of the year.
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