The blue bird sings a song I dream
My heart can hear from what I see
The wind blows gentle by my ears
A sound I love that no one hears
The brook near by moves slow but sure
With rainfall rise can make a roar
The trees they wave with friendly arms
When nature sings with all her charm
All I see I can adore
The noise that battles in the storm
No sound too loud or one not liked
Even the dogs that bark at night
My sleep not bothered by anything
Not a lovers whisper can wake my dreams
Been like this most of my life
No sound I hear but with my sight
(10/05/2012)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem