Flying high, Flying High, Flying High, by jwhwz Subscribe to rss feed for jwhwz

Over a hilltop,
And under a bright sky;
You can see the birdies;
Fluttering so high.

Over a mountain;
And on a moonlit night;
You can see the stars;
Shining with delight.

On a cloudy day;
You can see raindrops; oh my;
Pitter-patting on the grassy earth,
And a rainbow in the sky.

On a winter's day;
Floating, whisping through the air;
You can see the white snowflakes;
Coating the pretty trees without a care.

The snowflakes fly gently with the breeze;
On a lovely winter's day;
What a glorious time;
Many nature-lovers will say!

On an afternoon in the autumn;
You'll see the lovely leaves;
On the oak trees;
It is a beautiful day when no one grieves.
Posted: 2011-11-09 00:34:30 UTC

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