Sing me a song
About the way Autumn smells
After a scorching summer
When the clouds are as gray
As an old man's moustache
And the wind whispers
Of all great sorrows and decay
Like a reluctant herald
Full of Love
And Death
Sing me a song
Of Winter twilight
And the first snow
Which is always the same
Yet so new
Whiteness like a shroud
Or a wedding gown
The sacred frozen union
Of Earth and Sky
Sing me a song
Of Spring's bright opening
A million colours
Tumble and roll
All silenced voices
Suddenly full
And pouring out
To mix the soil of the soul
And win back
The heart of the world
Sing me a song
Of Summer's grace
And unmatched artistry
To make an empty world full
To make an empty man see
That all he needs
Is a golden dawn
A river running strong
A mind that's free
And the will
To just be
Please. please sing us more songs remind us each breath where the heart it belongs.
how very lovely, each one was like a stroke of a brush, giving life to a page, with colour galore, and rivers that aim to explore.. thank you kindly!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very soothing..enjoyed- thank you for sharing