Mornings I hear them Humming...

I hear them humming this Morning at las
Flying high, on the greenwoods they passed
Embracing the breeze and wind so fast
Carrying the smell of the green grass
So pleasant the sound like music
In my eyes such a view so scenic
If mornings are spent to hear them humming
Then see the world forever blooming
But mornings started to darken
The absence of humming is so sudden
Threatened by the lost of the Greenwoods they passed
They no longer carry the smell of the green grass
Would someone come and bring them back
To let me see a wonderful flock
Someone who has an innate value of loving
So on mornings I’ll hear them humming.


Chirpy as the birds
jan