Medley of the Sun
The sun is shining outside my window,
As a guitarist pours his heart into his ode.
He gets into the mood for his solo
As the golden rays penetrate my abode.
The song changes, the rhythm as well.
The birds tweet, the wind caresses the plants and tree.
The singing begins, a soft note just fell
And the cricket gets as noisy as it can be.
As the cry of the cricket gets louder,
The next song comes in and the guitarist plays.
A plane is heard, the clouds get darker
But like this song, the sun will find its ways.
The singer enlightens his precious dreams.
Dogs howl as the flowers move with the gentle air.
The sun keeps trying to rise, but it seems
that as the song fades, the sun is no longer debonair.
As a guitarist pours his heart into his ode.
He gets into the mood for his solo
As the golden rays penetrate my abode.
The song changes, the rhythm as well.
The birds tweet, the wind caresses the plants and tree.
The singing begins, a soft note just fell
And the cricket gets as noisy as it can be.
As the cry of the cricket gets louder,
The next song comes in and the guitarist plays.
A plane is heard, the clouds get darker
But like this song, the sun will find its ways.
The singer enlightens his precious dreams.
Dogs howl as the flowers move with the gentle air.
The sun keeps trying to rise, but it seems
that as the song fades, the sun is no longer debonair.