Sounds of heaven

Sometimes when the air is clear

And all is calm; one can hear

The sounds that often go unheard

Whispering pines, a mockingbird

Falling water over stones

Breeze that makes the branches groan

Grasses rustle, bend and flow

Wild geese calling, flying low

Lonely sound of cattle moos

Across the field where green meets blue

Rolling meadows touch the sky

And I listen with a sigh

Sounds of heaven visit me

When I am still and hear them sing

 


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"Every song that I write comes from my own personal experience.  i believe the role of an artist is to interpret reality through a system of beliefs and a long-term seeking of truth, in your own life and in the world at large."  Dan Folgelberg

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