Give up now a strong breeze; give way to a warm summer's delight,
Tender birds who gather up on high, with Eagle's wings, do they soar,
Over dreams over stars by moon's bright shimmering night light.
Wondering near places, wonder where they can gather by far sight,
While days end come close, take shape of porter dreams, shall be adored,
Give up now a strong breeze; give way to a warm summer's delight.
Take up wings like Eagles towards heaven and earths due plight,
Why do men love to make war, what is the thing they craves so much more,
Over dreams over stars by moon's bright shimmering night light.
Look at the sea's, and let's say, "has the worst come, or has the last to past by?"
Our resent memories of freemen and bondmen and the soldiers do stand at the door,
Give up now a strong breeze; give way to a warm summer's delight,
Light up the way for wing birds, which help shadow blue skies,
And who make shades over deep oceans, to withstand on all shores,
Over dreams over stars by moon's bright shimmering night light.
Lift up past people of understanding with love and ill intentions will take flight,
Sweet dreams are from birds singing songs in harmony, beautiful musical cords,
Give up now a strong breeze; give way to a warm summer's delight.
Over dreams over stars by moon's bright shimmering night lights.
--Jo Ann Q., 54
