My Heaven

December 19, 2009
The ballad roles through the sweet air
The river’s rushing by
The sun turns orange, then pink, then red
Such a beauty that meets the eye

The wind, it whispers in my ear
The trees, they shiver softly
The fresh air blows so kind and calm
It’s a melody that no one knows

A bluebird sings not far behind us
A friend returns its song
Horses breathing, the smell of August
It makes me think, “Oh, oh my god.”

The flowers, trees, and endless mountains
It really warms my soul
The streaks of color, bold and daring
It’s a sight that no one knows





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