28 August 2012
Church bells, beauty at its best, They chime each Sunday morn, They wake me from my deepest sleep, A brand new day is born.
The sunshine creeps through my window blinds, And brings a smile to my face, I watch the church bells ring in time, They sweep by with such grace.
Sunday service goes till lunch, But the bells only last a while, That's why I sit and watch them chime with their unique style.
Some days there's a wedding going on, Confetti everywhere, The church bells move excitedly, With happiness to share.
But even when there's no one around, They cry out being free, I feel the magic in my heart, As they sing to me.
by vera©
Church Bells • Opuss № I