Thoughts of Life
As the sunlight shines through trees of green,
I can't help but think,
Of birds fluttering low and high,
And of sweet music carried to the sky.
As the clouds above beam their white radiance,
I can't help but daydream,
About the good of the past,
And how long this could last.
As the sky changes colors from day to night,
I can't help but think of the stars in the sky.
Do they hide from the sun? I wonder,
Or is it simply the night they find more proper?
As music flows from leaves of trees,
To stars of splendor,
To waters calm, and ears walking by,
I can't help but think,
About what the music sings.
As life lives around me,
With sadness and joy,
I can't help but think,
What is the ploy?
As children play laughing,
And love is all around,
I can't help thinking,
What a beuatiful sound.