peter7805
08-07-2013, 10:11 PM
My heart is a plain
It is not a mountain
It has no high summit
It is not a valley
It is not that deep
It is not a river
That winds its way
It is not a sea
With so many waves
It is not the sky
So high and so faraway
It is just a plain
It is a field with crops
Which I plough I sow
And I will reap one day
The harvest of food of spirit
Will make me feel good and comfortable
Till I want to have a rest
With my eyes closed
And have a quiet and peaceful dream
It is not a mountain
It has no high summit
It is not a valley
It is not that deep
It is not a river
That winds its way
It is not a sea
With so many waves
It is not the sky
So high and so faraway
It is just a plain
It is a field with crops
Which I plough I sow
And I will reap one day
The harvest of food of spirit
Will make me feel good and comfortable
Till I want to have a rest
With my eyes closed
And have a quiet and peaceful dream