A ROSE-BUD by my early walk,
Adown a corn-enclosed bawk,
Sae gently bent its thorny stalk,
All on a dewy morning.
Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled,
In a' its crimson glory spread,
And drooping rich the dewy head,
It scents the early morning.
Within the bush her covert nest
A little linnet fondly prest;
......
Sunset spill,
Evening thrill,
Serenade,
Creeping shade,
Summer stroll,
Frog on bole,
Moonlit trees,
Pleasant breeze,
Hoot owl hour,
Rose power,
......
ONCE, and once again,
From the thick crowd of men,
Loud toil and high endeavour,
There comes a secret sound,
Where the thinkers stand around,
And sometimes 'tis 'For ever,'
Sometimes 'Never.'
Always that ceaseless throng
Has filed those paths along,
......
Walking through the city
Headphones in my ears
The world is colored in music
Amidst the mountains there lie pebbles uncovered by rainbow rays.
I watch the footprints in snow behind and recount the colorless frays.
My steps sink slightly in the ground as I weight it down.
Up in the mountains alone with the nature white and brown.
I take it all in, far and wide and in-between,
My head turns and sees all the shades of green.
The rustling sound of nature, the sound of my heaven.
......
Sunset spill,
Evening thrill,
Serenade,
Creeping shade,
Summer stroll,
Frog on bole,
Moonlit trees,
Pleasant breeze,
Hoot owl hour,
Rose power,
......
Shadows in the park...
Must be a sunny day...
Always wearing black...
Never having much to say...
Shadows never laugh...
They never, ever cry...
Sometimes they disappear...
If the suns not shining in the sky...
......
Walking through the city
Headphones in my ears
The world is colored in music
Amidst the mountains there lie pebbles uncovered by rainbow rays.
I watch the footprints in snow behind and recount the colorless frays.
My steps sink slightly in the ground as I weight it down.
Up in the mountains alone with the nature white and brown.
I take it all in, far and wide and in-between,
My head turns and sees all the shades of green.
The rustling sound of nature, the sound of my heaven.
......
A ROSE-BUD by my early walk,
Adown a corn-enclosed bawk,
Sae gently bent its thorny stalk,
All on a dewy morning.
Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled,
In a' its crimson glory spread,
And drooping rich the dewy head,
It scents the early morning.
Within the bush her covert nest
A little linnet fondly prest;
......