Angels in the airwaves;
Sun is spying through rays,
Broken, tree tops
They all fall down.
Marching through the after;
Gathering the matter,
Laughing, Laughing
They all fell down
Forest trees were once green,
Now are cold and rusting,
Ashes, ashes
They all stepped aside.
Marching through the after;
Gathering the matter,
Laughing, laughing
They all fell down
Picking up the pieces,
To put them back together
Nature, Nature
I'll still cherish you.
Beautiful sun rays
Catch me on a bright day
Follow, me down
To the floor
Of the bright lit forest,
Waiting for the seasons
To change, To change
And summer comes again.
Author notes
Well.. Ashes ashes we all fall down?
Trees get knocked down and die as sun light brightly brings them back to life in summer... following the long path to get there is the story.
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This is a wondeful entry indeed, I love the direction you took the picture.Thanks for the entry, best to you in all you do.
Tony
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