Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Switching rides


Composed by: Azm

The dancing peacocks,
for applauding hands,
changed to iron robots,
as if were planned;
Along I flowed,
with a dancing swag,
cried with the crowd,
just a white flag.

And the leaves flew,
when the branches waved,
the tides jiggled too,
with the music made;
the birds joined,
they flew and sang,
the spring flowers bloomed,
just moved with the gang;
pebbles bounced with joy,
the fishes could fly,
the wilderness sighed,
when the world was high!!


Copyright © 2012 Azm