The wind will play a song in the morning On it's silver flute Whistling Through the trees
The wind will chill me tonight Cool me in the summer Snow on my face As storms rage
The wind will make art today Creating autumn scenes As leaves change colors Red, Orange, Yellow
The wind will blow everyday It will tickle a baby's cheek Put a smile on a couple's face And blow my ashes away
iiCrazyCrayon · Thu Jul 16, 2009 @ 12:38am · 0 Comments |