Hold still they never would,Everything surmounts against that winters breeze,
Foliage released long before its tree,
Starlings in their playful diversions,
Drift about those auburn silhouettes,
As the winters light envelops the sky,
And the suns ever so shy,
Oh, those starlings games,
With their voices that imitate,
Even a seagulls search but without fate,
Suspend up there for me starlings and I will play,
To merely hold this brush it would seem,
With watercolors,
Please fill my dreams.
