These Little Songs Comments

They come to us in the winds that blow From the songs of angels drifting in the blue And we are merely streams that flow Catching those words as they fall in tune......

Very enjoyable read.....Thank you.

Remember each place And moment of grace, In summer or spring, Winter or autumn By sun, moon, stars, Or a coal in the bars, In market or church, Graveyard or dance, Nice work.

beautiful! thanks for sharing to us. I like it

Without search! ! Thanks for sharing.

The best in the songs, Whatever it be, To you and to me, And to no one belongs. A beautiful life song. Thanks for sharing it here.

Life becomes an enriching experience when we celebrate every mood, every place and every season offered to us by mother nature. Every bit of it is a divine music and a celestial song. Thanks.