A song lark rises
into the blue azure sky
Warm spring wind
gently blows
Its soft breath
kisses the meadows
Wildflowers dancing
Spring awakens
in glorious splendour
~
Glowing with love
the song resounds
and the sound
melodious and sweet
rocks the heart
to sweet dreams …
when her song entices
Sparkling like stars
from afar
~
Shimmering magically
like moonlight
Echoing through the hills
barely as the night vanished
The lark starts to sing
heralding daylight
morning has broken




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