Sitting high upon a hill
Watching a dancing painting of
A rhapsody of regal hues
Splashed across the horizon
Springtime's trying to debut
Precious flowers around my feet
Grasses wave in a balmy breeze
Trees' branches tipped with Spring's new green
Trees filled with swooning songbirds that
Sing to me twilight's melodies
Before they gently tuck their heads
To fly off into heaven's dreams
The gentle arc of Gaia pulls
Us all into another night
But not before we're enraptured
By the Star that bids us goodnight
The cold chill of Winter is gone
Gaia awakes another year
Nothing ever delights me more
Than to be witness to Spring's cheer
All quiets as the Golden Orb
Dips behind the vast Blue Ridge
Then the troubadours of night
Come out to begin their chorus
I cannot make myself go home
I want to take in every scent
Every shadow, every light
Each sound, Spring's every sentiment
The floral heavenly landscape
Replaced now by a canopy
Of Diamonds strewn across the night
Clusters of souls, signs, dazzling
Still I must bid this day goodnight
And fall into dreams of my own
Perhaps I'll find there the sweet birds
Who serenaded me with song
Then Awaken to another
Day, in childlike awe of a new
Dawn, in which the Golden Star will
Create a masterpiece anew
With its sunbeams dripping hues
That God will compose for me
Another day of miracles
Created by the Dreamer's Dreams
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
Sitting high upon a hill
Watching a dancing painting of
A rhapsody of regal hues
Splashed across the horizon
Springtime's trying to debut
Precious flowers around my feet
Grasses wave in a balmy breeze
Trees' branches tipped with Spring's new green
Trees filled with swooning songbirds that
Sing to me twilight's melodies
Before they gently tuck their heads
To fly off into heaven's dreams
The gentle arc of Gaia pulls
Us all into another night
But not before we're enraptured
By the Star that bids us goodnight
The cold chill of Winter is gone
Gaia awakes another year
Nothing ever delights me more
Than to be witness to Spring's cheer
All quiets as the Golden Orb
Dips behind the vast Blue Ridge
Then the troubadours of night
Come out to begin their chorus
I cannot make myself go home
I want to take in every scent
Every shadow, every light
Each sound, Spring's every sentiment
The floral heavenly landscape
Replaced now by a canopy
Of Diamonds strewn across the night
Clusters of souls, signs, dazzling
Still I must bid this day goodnight
And fall into dreams of my own
Perhaps I'll find there the sweet birds
Who serenaded me with song
Then Awaken to another
Day, in childlike awe of a new
Dawn, in which the Golden Star will
Create a masterpiece anew
With its sunbeams dripping hues
That God will compose for me
Another day of miracles
Created by the Dreamer's Dreams
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