from "Watching Trees Dance in the Breeze" by J.D. Shirer
Light filtered through the leaves
and I wish I could have moved
silently, slowly. Words were lost
and the shadow danced along the ground
stirring a dust of memories.
The wind rushed around
and my skin grew pale.
Light filtered through the leaves
and I was moved to silence,
content in knowing you were there.
and I wish I could have moved
silently, slowly. Words were lost
and the shadow danced along the ground
stirring a dust of memories.
The wind rushed around
and my skin grew pale.
Light filtered through the leaves
and I was moved to silence,
content in knowing you were there.