"Birdsong and Breeze"Home PT.I
Birdsong and Breeze
surround the tallest of trees,
and in past sounds a stream
these great hills must still heed.
How often do thse woods see...
days just like these,
So great and so green?
here...
it could be,
every day of every summer
it seems.
One afternoon..the longest of days,
in sweet summer shade.
Endless time, lazily in leaves laid.
Of many times like this memories do not fade,
for forest this..
always great and green it shall bade.