As I walk along the paths of moon beam
The flowers talk to the birds
Voices so heavenly they can’t be described by words
Everything got along so passionately that the
Strawberries hung from the peaches vine
And the scent stirring the air was gently turned to wine
The seasons changed to opposites and were acquainted so
Amongst the brink of spring the sun caressed the snow
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 12:20 PM UTC
As I walk along the paths of moon beam
The flowers talk to the birds
Voices so heavenly they can’t be described by words
Everything got along so passionately that the
Strawberries hung from the peaches vine
And the scent stirring the air was gently turned to wine
The seasons changed to opposites and were acquainted so
Amongst the brink of spring the sun caressed the snow