Bewitched

The beauty of the winter

Bewitched

 

Bewitched am I, it’s winter time

In these precious morning hours

The Sun shining so tenderly

Illuminates the flowers

I stand here just like a shadow

Such a feeling touches me

All around I hear birdsong

Velvet soft with mystery

 

The sun it touches tender cheeks

Its warmth caresses me

The morning silence is so sweet

Magpies warble cheerfully

Mulberry tree looks so sultry

Its branches are so bare

The raindrops they have done their thing

There’s greenness everywhere

 

Tacoma trees with orange flowers

Are dancing with the breeze

There’s something kind of wonderful

In the swaying of these trees

Pure white roses smile at me

My heart it softly sings

Oh, what a lovely melody

This early morning brings