Sunshine, sea, sands and life,
sun-drops lying on the path.
Somewhere on a lonely beach
the fingers touching the chords
of a harp that sings to the breeze, winds and gales
stirs up a storm.
Somewhere a hill looks at the sky
and wonders
at the height that the hill can't scale,
the hill has no wings.
Somewhere a gull is breathlessly flying
to reach the hill
and drop in the nest the hiding in the hill.
Some where the sands are lying in the sun
and think of all the boats being launched.
Somewhere a seaman on the high sea
yearns for the land and the home. The sun, the sea, the hill and the gull,
the boatman and the land,
Oh the land and the sea and the sky!
Image: Courtesy +Alessandra Cecchelli
sun-drops lying on the path.
Somewhere on a lonely beach
the fingers touching the chords
of a harp that sings to the breeze, winds and gales
stirs up a storm.
Somewhere a hill looks at the sky
and wonders
at the height that the hill can't scale,
the hill has no wings.
Somewhere a gull is breathlessly flying
to reach the hill
and drop in the nest the hiding in the hill.
Some where the sands are lying in the sun
and think of all the boats being launched.
Somewhere a seaman on the high sea
yearns for the land and the home. The sun, the sea, the hill and the gull,
the boatman and the land,
Oh the land and the sea and the sky!
Image: Courtesy +Alessandra Cecchelli
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