I Sing Every Verse to the Mighty Universe

I wrote my song with words gathered 

from the whispering evening breeze.

The rhythm I got from the ocean’s weaves,

something calm, sometimes wild.

My notes are like flocks of birds,

dancing on the rainbow’s lines

and singing high in the clouds.

They waltz, they swirl, they glide, they dive. 

I compose my song with love, 

engraved it in my heart with flaming knife;

sprinkled shimmering dust from the midnight stars.

I sing every verse to the mighty Universe.

By Petrouchka Alexieva

From: United States