When the birds sing a joyous song,
with wind and rain love each other,
to let the sun,as to the morning dew
in thoughts bind,
we will join with music and the hark,
the angels may,
with stars on the grass
of glory in flowers
we will grieve not,
rather find,
the strengh in what remain.
In the primal words
which ever been will be,
in the soothing thoughts
of a one day,
in faith that looks to the sun,
in my hearts of hearts
I feel you might
have one day in delight,
not leave a silver coin on the ground
with joys and fears
thoughts that do often
lie in hundred folds
to deep for tears.
(119 Words)
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