Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Keats' Song



I stare at the blue glass sparkling,

 And breathe in the sweet clear air.

I know no beauty can ever compare.

The hall of dark green history,

Outlined with colossal a mountain view,

Leads me to a new natural point of view.

My mind begins wander,

And my heart begins to care,

About the sight in front of me, that God gave to share.

Each moment that I hear the sweet bird’s melody,

Inspires me to understand,

The glory made by God’s perfect hands. 


Gregson-William, Harrys. "The Door in the Air." 2008. CD.

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