The branches of the trees above,
Writing on the sky.
Writing wonder to the clouds,
And the stars at night.
Whispering sways through the wind that is blown,
Murmurings of the world, through the wind it is carried,
All this, the sound of sweet beauty.
Oh, she watched in wonder.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
The branches of the trees above,
Writing on the sky.
Writing wonder to the clouds,
And the stars at night.
Whispering sways through the wind that is blown,
Murmurings of the world, through the wind it is carried,
All this, the sound of sweet beauty.
Oh, she watched in wonder.
