A hawk is the Mistral, who flies high above,
he conducts all the music, for it's his true love.
the sandpipers sections totally composed of birds,
are like the music from heaven,
beyond all words.
Warm summer breezes as the sails pass my ears
sounding like wind flutes, to wonderful it appears.
This sets the stage, sit back and enjoy,
the skies fill with notes of colors,
of crimson and gold.
As the clouds dance lightly to the music as it unfolds.
Can you hear the thunder of the waves as they sound,
creating a colorful mist in their wakes with no bounds.
the hawk oh so careful, not to make a mistake,
he soars oh so freely, conducting the waves.
I set oh so contently, and watch it take place,
for it only lasts a few minutes,
to short a time to waste.
For now comes the time, when she enters the scene,
with music from heaven, blasting her dreams.
She sings of so softly,
painting the sky with her colors and words,
she orders the sandpipers to sing,
as they dance across the sky spreading music with there wings,
as they fly.
Just when you think, you have seen it all
she opens her eyes as she streaks from beyond a cloud
emitting a light, wow oh so loud
It deafens my ears,
and my eyes cant believe.
what they see and they hear.
a rainbow of colors, begin to appear.
In one last high note,
as she slowly goes down,
setting beneath the horizon,
hardly making a sound.
the waves sing oh so softly,
in tribute it seems,
and the day is at last over.
good nite my lady, sweet dreams
copyright © 1998 By Mike Mal
