When are we serenading the swans?
Letting our songs blend with the air.
When are we feeding the doves
with the soulful hearts we hold dear?
When are we singing to the birds?
Those loveable rogues of the sky.
When do we sit in the fields and
feel the summertime highs?
Oh, when do we let ourselves
open our eyes
and see the wonder
that soars in our life?
When do we croon
our tunes to the moon?
Letting them mix
with her luna melody.
When do we lay
in harmony under her glorious glow?
When do we watch
as the sky puts on a show, and
where do the songs go
when we let them
leave our throats?
When will the bluebirds sing for us?
When will the sky open up and share its love?
When will the days fill with light?
And where will we walk
on those lustrous nights?
Wherever we are, whenever this is,
I’ll always sing along with the sunshine kiss.
I’ll always sit in awe of the moon,
and I’ll love every call of the wild
as the animals sing their tunes.
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