Photo "On The Wind" Copyright © Paolo Campisi, Sicilian Family Productions,
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On the Wind
As the summer yields to autumn's call,
the tired leaves begin to fall.
The rainbow of their majesty is the cloak that covers summer.
Such beauty she displays, in the golden fields she sways,
you can smell her fragrance on the wind,
it's on the gray day she's beside you.
She is the blue bird.
She'll make you happy.
You can see her beauty as she's flying by.
Though you enjoy her, you cannot keep her.
For she longs to fly.
You feel it on the wind, life promises it again,
like the rustling of the trees waiting to be relieved from the sun,
nature promises it again the rain will come.
I can see it in your eyes, the right can't be denied.
Like a tear in my eyes as my feelings overwhelm me.
The good it never dies.
The day will come.
She is the blue bird.
She can make you happy.
But if you listen as she sings her song,
it's because she's free that she's happy.
She won't stay long, for she loves to fly.
P. J. Campise
