She Talks To Doves

It's always something that reminds of a new song to write. It doesn't matter if it's a bird, rain, a streetlight, building, or 3 of my 4 inspirations. My husband John, 6 year old son Steven, or 4 year old daughter Jewel. My daughter and I were sitting on the porch the other day watching the storm and she was talking to me about how she talks to morning doves and how they always talk back to her. My fingers instantly searched for a pen and paper. And I wrote her a little song called "She Talks To Doves." I hope you like it!

She Talks To Doves

Fresh morning light/
Everything is just right/
And innocence shines/
Bright in green eyes.

Long brown hair/
With red stained lips/
Hands in the air/
Blowing the perfect sky a kiss.

And she talks to doves/
And they listen when she speaks/
Her words wrapped with smiles and bare feet/
Tied up nice and neat/
Innocence is hard to keep/
But she makes it seem easy/
When she talks to doves.

Pink Rose petals/
And juice in mason jars/
Laughing in the backseat/
The sun going down on the car.

And she talks to doves/
And she listens when they cry/
She writes songs/
About birds in the sky.
Flying like she does/
When she thinks she's got wings/
And even on rainy days/
You can still hear her sing.