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Singer of the Autumn Lullaby
As a sweet tone fills the
air,
in this warm and alive
summer atmosphere,
the green shade on the leafs
is getting weak,
the leafs are left in warm
colours before they fall
down and into eternal sleep.
Each flower hides its beautiful
face, touched by the song
of sleep's embrace
The little creatures seek
their nests,
as the singing wind cuddles
them to rest.
The warm summer-air begins
to feel cold,
by the chilling tune it
is betrolled.
The night gets clearer,
the North-star bright,
as the song of sleep
breaks through the light.
With the silhouette of a
creature of pure elegance,
She walks with song and leaves
the world in a trance.
They know, every valley deep
and mountain high,
She is the Singer of
The Autumn Lullaby...
Copyright 1997
Ingvild Gregersen
This poem is copyrighted
and this site has obtained
permission to use her poems.
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