The golden grove is meeting me
With yellowing and fading leaves
And birds having rushed down from the tree
Are brushing my eyesight by their wings.
Walking through the shady and quiet forest
I see the lying silence in the air
With only leaves of tender gossip
And an eagle crying somewhere near.
He’s proudly surfing the sky he can see
Making a round after a round.
His far cry out loud above the sea
Is falling down slowly and far around.
I like to hear the Autumn farewell
With Summer and Spring leaving their way.
It’s just a reminder forgotten, well
That life is passing by away.
I know this doesn’t come for chance
And everything is tightly chained.
The Lord has made it with a sense
We’re never able to obtain.
The golden grove is greeting me
With a silent goodbye in its eyes.
And an eternal scream is completing the
Everlasting of the skies.
The golden grove is meeting me
© Copyright: Родионов Владимир Иванович, 2013
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