I long to breathe the warm air of the summer <br />Giving me life and the flowers around, <br />Wherever I look I see colours and beauty <br />Reaching for miles on the mosaic ground. <br />And I walk through the gardens of <br />Wonder and paradise, <br />Their sight and scent is all I need <br />To set my spirit free. <br /> <br />I long to breathe the warm air of the summer <br />Climbing the hillsides that reach to the sky, <br />Seeing the views and to witness their treasure <br />The fields and the meadows the clouds passing by. <br />As I walk through the valleys where <br />The rivers gently flow, <br />So clear and fresh the water as <br />It winds towards the sea. <br /> <br />I long to breathe the warm air of the summer <br />A forest of angels I truly have found, <br />Wherever I look I can see their fine branches <br />Waving in breezes so sweet is their sound. <br />As I walk through the shaded green <br />I hear them softly sing, <br />Their voices carried on the wind <br />Their music plays for me.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forest-of-angels/
