when the wind blows green
and ion the heart of the sky
white pigeons seen
oh ... my love
in my working hands
Everything
Grows green
Grows green
when the birds sing green
and the tranquil man
spinning on his toes
takes a deep breath in
in the glory of confidence
and the growth of intelligence
sits on future’s wings
on future’s wings
when the roots of thoughts run green
all the branches spread leaves around in green
and
in grandeur of peace
your loving heart
yalpates
yor
honour and dignity of human being
oh ... my love
red roses dew
sparkling, drop and refresh
the face of life on earth
covered with the green.
Farah Notash
Vienna, July 2000
Book 6
www.farah-notash.com
