In the morning as the wind rushes to and fro,I to the morning air go,Go to see the first blush of the sunAt the backyard lawn. The sun, reddening with light,Catching my stranded sight,The sky, blue and deepSinging birds song sweet.Copyright:,Welkin Siskin
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Robin
The Red Robin flies and chirp in the yard Touching song, touching inner part of the heart, Singing it bounces back and forth in the wind, The memory of its song yet to rewind In the days to come, To see with nature life become. Copyright:Welkin Siskin
Love of Flying Crane
The crane flies on packAnd the sky seems to lackAll that spruces up it’s vastSomeone like this goes to dart In the distant horizon far from hereIn deep dense and thickening lair.Our life similarly voyages from one venue to nextSeeking different culture, different people at best.Copyright:Welkin Siskin
Sing At All Costs
Sing no mournful song everFor we do not dwell forever.Sing the main of eyes and the edge of heart,For we shall die and everything part. Sing of everyday beauty that makes life songful,Sing of everyday little things you do, for joys are soulful. Sing of life, sing of love, sing of truthMake then life attainContinue reading “Sing At All Costs”
You
You have boundless endowment of the Maker to put into pitch the voice of Nature: a rushing cataract passing with ease through groves and briers, Spring chanting joy imperceptibly moving through the pergola, Murmuring air spurting into the space resulting in through tendrils and shrubbery, Fullness of descant singing like the birds to take theContinue reading “You”
Wistful Moment
The time gone by comes notThose moments held dear by the heart,Therefore are those days be cherishedWith colors of life be furbished. A tender lad made his dayMolding as the child the clay,A teenage saw fancy deep,Deep as the song so sweet, A youth saw coming up days of workA journey to make and lifeContinue reading “Wistful Moment”
God in All Times
To Thee Thy name I repeatWith true language of heartbeat,In the sleep and before dawnYet in the psalm of the morn. In sadness and sorrow alone not,I pray Thee with my heart,But in all moments I falter and go,So life seems blessed lo!Copyright:Welkin Siskin
Seeking out Lord
I seek in silence day in and day out,The Lord with carols and jingles loud,In every walk I tread I seek the LordWith true, divine heart. Yet I falter to see His kingdom come,I a true son of His tend to become,And I envision the hereafter in my mindTo ever and ever like sun’s raysContinue reading “Seeking out Lord”
Nightly Story
Songs of this night, set in the fleeting breeze In the gathering of shadow tune the noiseless porch where I am nowbringing in the joys of solitude.Here I dwell in utter mind, and here I am a free man.Copyright: Welkin Siskin
In Solitude
I left my words to at the void of mind. Nothing fills up the emptiness but you. copyright :Welkin Siskin