My Days

I ear talk of the birds, And whisper to the ears of the earth As seasons pass in circles Brown dull leaves are falling and drifted To far lands on whirl winds Stars shine their distant faces on clear hearts Time pass with better days I not to see My time had drifted with oceans I have grown my period, and Grey hair speaks of a tale This life I prepared not in full The trees had grown but they show no ill My youth tells a story, history that I have made, Take me to the days I have seen and lived, take me to my days.