Sunday, September 19, 2010
He Calls
A stranger stands on a cliff,He sounds a trumpet horn.The music from this song.Awakes the day's dawn.Soon appears golden lightWhich chases dark nightAnother fine day to fight.Creatures now come awakeFor there lives action to take.There worlds life they to makeThe wind begins its new flightAcross sky, in flying birds sightTo travel and gust with its mightWhile tall trees hum breezes tuneRocks warm with rising sun.Heat to the suns endless funLater, it s hot as days done.All to be repeated another day.Where flo9wers and rain playIf super being wants it that way. ...By Lloyd Bradbury
