Danesparrot

  In the early hours of a  Saturday morning  When the sun had just began to rise         And the temperate heat being felt    The wind began to buzz  Making the vendures put a           Carefree smile    For the day's scamper         I stood astonished  With my shortened hair cut    And having close to me       A telescope  That looks beyond the environs   Looking to the distant trees      To comprehend    Their distinct attributes   My psychological members           Became curious      About the floras   Ran to my huggermugger room       Took my tumbledown brush   Rushed to the lavatory       Back to the room and dressed    On my already ironed          Atti...

All on my own Weakened down the bones  And having a sense of deceit  Then I laid on my knees praying for strength  To see if He could hear!  Ohh! I'm weak and can't hear Him  I'm helpless  Burrowing without energy  And waiting for His overwhelming miracle  Like that of the beacon's   Really?  Oh yes!  I'm relieved of this concusbic' emotion He has rain down strength down to the marrow  I'm strong and the body says that  I'm captivated! Saxumspage