[FONT="]Billowy clouds
Silky shrouds,
Pine tree scents
In the endless moonlight.
The air is clean
Of this I dream
In the wanderlust
Of floating stardust.
Open air,
God is there
He's in every tree
Could heaven be
So close to me
Or are the shadows
Misting my aged eyes.
When you are there
The skies are fair
So never ends
The twists and bends[/FONT]
Silky shrouds,
Pine tree scents
In the endless moonlight.
The air is clean
Of this I dream
In the wanderlust
Of floating stardust.
Open air,
God is there
He's in every tree
Could heaven be
So close to me
Or are the shadows
Misting my aged eyes.
When you are there
The skies are fair
So never ends
The twists and bends[/FONT]