Let It Be

The warmth, the beauty of a true masterpiece The flow of the breeze, giving the leaves temporary wings The rustle, as they wage waer to stay firmly on the tree In the end a loss, and now must lay on the ground The songs of may different birds, calling to one another They flow through the air, as waves in the sea So all may hear their perfect melody They fly graciously through the warm air, like no other The deer leeping quietly through the brush Stopping and tilting their heads like that of a dog, in curiosity Again leaping, crushing the defeated leaves, mercilessly Finding the others, and leaving without a hush And the forest itself, waterfalls flowing with tremendous force The moss, coating rocks, and trees alike The morning glaze, resting on the blades of grass until near night And even the most reluctant minds, this beauty coarses The silent melody, so peaceful so numb The million inhabitants, yet nothing ruined The bliss, of a fairytale setting The beauty of nature, we disturb