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Song To The Season
©2000 kimrea The owl ask the question It's time for introspection The evening hour so golden Fills my heart with longing A dog barks in the distance The birds sing with insistence Everywhere is the answer It dosn't really matter It dosn't matter after all. I will give my song to the season I will sing my song to the air I will sing without any reason Other than my heart finds it pleasing. The wind moves throught the pines They bend thier branches and sigh The sun sets on the horizon Fills the sky with fire. I ponder the consequence of my life Often foolish and filled with strife A squirrell scolds from the rafters It dosn't really matter It dosn't matter after all. I will give my song to the season I will sing my song to the air I will sing without any reason Other than my heart finds it pleasing. |