Fly in the morning my sweet little dove
The beautiful sky is now blue and tempting
Open your wings, all the clouds are flirting
Your spring whispers the breezes of love...
The rose is embracing the sun and the rain
All the butterflies are kissing the bloom
In your clock is never too late or too soon
Above from the ground you don't see any pain...
Spin in the carrousel of stars, my dear
Dance in the air trough the whole afternoon
To the end of the rainbow in your new frontier...
Splash with your colors the face of the moon
In summer and fall, but when winter is near
In my clock will be not too late or too soon.
(c)Francisco Escaño
April 12, 2015
