The silent whisperings of the wind
The Enigmatic dances of the trees
They are welcoming my presence
After a long time I am home…
Woodpeckers are laughing with me
Warblers are making a fuss
A white moth came to greet me
After a long time I am home…
This place is God’s own
In the silence I can feel the soul
The music in the air is prayer
For making me alive and be here
On to the bed of fallen leafs
I want to rest my aching beliefs
Harsh journey I have been through
A beautiful world its suppose to
The Lianas are the playing ground
Where the childhood dreams rebound
The faint memories comes alive
After a long time I am home…
I know I am not alone
She is there if I ever get blown
Into the comforting lap of her
After a long time I am home…
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
The silent whisperings of the wind
The Enigmatic dances of the trees
They are welcoming my presence
After a long time I am home…
Woodpeckers are laughing with me
Warblers are making a fuss
A white moth came to greet me
After a long time I am home…
This place is God’s own
In the silence I can feel the soul
The music in the air is prayer
For making me alive and be here
On to the bed of fallen leafs
I want to rest my aching beliefs
Harsh journey I have been through
A beautiful world its suppose to
The Lianas are the playing ground
Where the childhood dreams rebound
The faint memories comes alive
After a long time I am home…
I know I am not alone
She is there if I ever get blown
Into the comforting lap of her
After a long time I am home…
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