Spring and Summers gentle green.
Jun 11, 2021 6:41:32 GMT -5
Lisa Arnold, Sharon, and 2 more like this
Post by keith on Jun 11, 2021 6:41:32 GMT -5
Way down below the forests canopy, near green silence wanders ever free
from glade to glade, in sun or shade lifes rhyme dances but will not fade
they just echo in the afterglow of the natures beauty that we all know
that paints its green leaves with sunlit gold, that we can never ever hold,
but now and then sun ribbons play in much the same old natural way
they just wander through the canopy, on their own wondrous golden day,
and when the daylight settles down, the leaf dance turns to faded brown
as their shadows creep over tired green, to make a tender sleeping scene.
Through the dusk their day dreams show with such an incandescent glow
fireflies dance through shadowed skies, with barely time to say goodbyes
night’s memories grow into sweet rhymes, harbingers of special times
when dreams were as real as flesh and blood, magic pixies that do good,
and in the dusk nights birdsong cries sounded just like faerie soft sighs
although no faeries were to be found, still pixie dust lay on the ground,
for faeries can choose to be seen or not,whether the night is cold or hot
as they slept beneath toadstools their dreams bathed in wishing pools.
as in a cavern by a stream, far from the sunlights incessant gleam
a dream woke and stretched her wings,then flew off to find many things,
like soulsin need of peaceful sleep, she gave some of her dream to keep
so when they woke their spirit shone, and bad dreams really had all gone
the living dream just wandered along, while singing its own special song
and a wandering faerie singing a song, waved as she flew gently alomg
then they joined their songs together as they wandered on their way
for a dream and a faerie making friends was a perfect end to a day.
from glade to glade, in sun or shade lifes rhyme dances but will not fade
they just echo in the afterglow of the natures beauty that we all know
that paints its green leaves with sunlit gold, that we can never ever hold,
but now and then sun ribbons play in much the same old natural way
they just wander through the canopy, on their own wondrous golden day,
and when the daylight settles down, the leaf dance turns to faded brown
as their shadows creep over tired green, to make a tender sleeping scene.
Through the dusk their day dreams show with such an incandescent glow
fireflies dance through shadowed skies, with barely time to say goodbyes
night’s memories grow into sweet rhymes, harbingers of special times
when dreams were as real as flesh and blood, magic pixies that do good,
and in the dusk nights birdsong cries sounded just like faerie soft sighs
although no faeries were to be found, still pixie dust lay on the ground,
for faeries can choose to be seen or not,whether the night is cold or hot
as they slept beneath toadstools their dreams bathed in wishing pools.
as in a cavern by a stream, far from the sunlights incessant gleam
a dream woke and stretched her wings,then flew off to find many things,
like soulsin need of peaceful sleep, she gave some of her dream to keep
so when they woke their spirit shone, and bad dreams really had all gone
the living dream just wandered along, while singing its own special song
and a wandering faerie singing a song, waved as she flew gently alomg
then they joined their songs together as they wandered on their way
for a dream and a faerie making friends was a perfect end to a day.
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
