#be happy

[maryburrowes]

Hope your day is a happy one. Peace.

[heinzzysset]

Market in the Small Town - Witch Marie and Friends by Heinz7777 on DeviantArt

Market in the Small Town - Witch Marie and Friends — a video by Heinz7777 on DeviantArt. Market in the Small Town - Witch Marie & Friends 🎃

Markt in der kleinen Stadt - Witch Marie & Friends 🎃

Jede Woche am Freitag Morgen ist Markt in der kleinen Stadt. Marie freut sich und kauft da frisches Gemüse, Obst, Eier und Fleisch. Danach fliegt sie mit ihrem Besen nach Hause und bereitet für sich ein feines, leckeres Essen zu. 🍳

Mein Liedtext: [Verse 1] At six, they roll up the shutters On Main and Cedar Lane Mrs. Vale sets out peaches In little cardboard trains The butcher wipes his window With a rag already red And old Joe counts the change jar By the bread and the eggs

[Pre-Chorus] You can smell the dill and peaches From half a block away Kids lean in on the cookie jars Like they forgot the day

[Chorus] Meet me at the market Where the town comes alive Meet me at the market By the beans and the chive Every face I know Every hand I hold Meet me at the market And I feel home

[Verse 2] The florist cuts the sunflowers With her silver little knife A man with two mismatched boots Trades tomatoes for some pie The radio on the hardware shelf Hums low through the place While the clerk wraps a spool of twine And a jar of peach preserves too

[Pre-Chorus] You can hear the people talking You can hear the dogs announce Someone's aunt has brought the pickles And the whole lane starts to crowd

[Chorus] Meet me at the market Where the town comes alive Meet me at the market By the beans and the chive Every face I know Every hand I hold Meet me at the market And I feel home

[Verse 3] There's a girl by the kettle corn With flour on her cheek She laughs like she's got secrets She won't tell for free A boy on a folding crate Sells rings from broken keys And the mayor in a straw hat Picks blackberries off his sleeve

[Bridge] When the rain taps on the awning And the sky turns soft and gray We all pull close under canvas Like nobody wants to stray I buy a loaf, you buy the jam We split the paper twist And every small-town Saturday Feels like this, feels like this

[Final Chorus] Meet me at the market Where the town comes alive Meet me at the market By the beans and the chive Every face I know Every hand I hold Meet me at the market And I feel home

Meet me at the market Till the stalls fold slow Meet me at the market Let the whole town know Every name I know Every road I know Meet me at the market And I feel home

Euer Heinz Zysset 😊

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[midnight-blue-blog]

The way to go through Life is dancing! 🎵💃 ✨♥️ 🎶

[doncorleonh3]

هذه الليلة… لا أحتفل فقط بعيد ميلادي.

أنا أحتفل برجل عبر النار ولم ينطفئ.

يقولون إن سنة أخرى ذهبت من العمر،

وأنا أقول: سنة أخرى نجوت فيها، وقفت فيها، وتحوّلت فيها.

أما البياض في لحيتي…

فليس علامة عمر.

إنه أثر حياة احترقت ثم أضاءت.

نار قديمة تحوّلت إلى نور.

أنا لا أكبر فقط…

أنا أتحوّل إلى نسخة أقوى، أهدأ، وأوضح.

عيد ميلاد سعيد لي.

Hicham ElHoudali — Don_Hicham

Tonight… I am not only celebrating my birthday.

I am celebrating a man who walked through fire and did not fade.

They say another year is gone.

I say another year was survived, endured, and transformed.

The white in my beard is not a sign of age.

It is the trace of a life that burned… then turned into light.

Old fire becoming wisdom.

I am not just getting older…

I am becoming stronger, calmer, and clearer.

Happy Birthday to me.

Hicham ElHoudali — Don_Hicham🎊🎁💖🥂🍾💖🎂💖🎁🎉

[doncorleonh3]

هذه الليلة… لا أحتفل فقط بعيد ميلادي.

أنا أحتفل برجل عبر النار، ولم ينطفئ.

يقولون: سنة أخرى من العمر ذهبت.

وأنا أقول: سنة أخرى نجوت فيها من الصمت، من الخيبة، من الخيانة، ومن كل معركة لم يرها أحد.

يقولون إن البياض بدأ يملأ لحيتي.

وأنا لا أراه بياضاً.

أراه أثراً لحياة احترقت… ثم أضاءت.

أراه ناراً قديمة تحوّلت إلى نور.

أراه توقيع الزمن على وجه رجل لم ينكسر.

كل شعرة بيضاء في وجهي ليست علامة ضعف.

إنها شهادة.

أنني عشت.

أنني صبرت.

أنني وقفت حين كان السقوط أسهل.

هذه الليلة، لا أودّع سنة من عمري.

بل أستقبل نسخة أقوى مني.

أكثر هدوءاً.

أكثر وضوحاً.

أكثر خطورة على من ظنّ أنني انتهيت.

أنا لا أكبر فقط…

أنا أتحوّل.

عيد ميلاد سعيد لي.

Hicham ElHoudali

Don_Hicham🎊🎁🎂🎁🎉💖🍾🥂💖

[sefeliz21-80]

Buenos días 🔆

[heinzzysset]

Geissen Peter - Witch Marie and Friends by Heinz7777 on DeviantArt

Geissen Peter - Witch Marie and Friends — a video by Heinz7777 on DeviantArt. Geissen Peter - Witch Marie & Friends 🎃 Up on the alpine pastu

Geissen Peter - Witch Marie & Friends 🎃

Auf der Alp ist der Ziegenhirte Peter mit Hund und einer Herde die er zu guten Stellen führt mit vielen Kräuter. Die Ziegen sind Feinschmecker und fressen nur Gras wenn es sonst nichts hat. Auf der Alp sind Ziegen ausgezeichnete Kletterer. Der Hirte 'Geissen Peter' freut sich sehr wenn Marie ihn besucht. Auch die Tiere lauschen ihren Song und sind ganz ruhig. 'Blessi' der treue Hirtenhund ist wachsam und hat auch Freude. ✨

Mein Liedtext: [Verse 1] He wakes before the sun With frost on the grass A cedar cane in hand And his old dog at his back

[Pre-Chorus] Up where the air turns thin On the shoulder of the ridge He keeps them moving steady One step, then the next

[Chorus] Go on, little herd, go on Through the green Go on, little herd, go on Where the high grass bends Go on, little herd, go on Till the morning breaks

[Verse 2] One little goat slips away For a mouthful of clover He gives a short sharp whistle And it turns right over

A black-faced billy climbs Like he’s checking every stone He shakes his head and laughs And taps his cane on the ground

He knows them by their habits By the curl in their horn By the way they bunch up tight When the east wind turns cold

[Pre-Chorus] And when the wind cuts hard At the tops of the pines He and that old dog Keep the whole line in mind

[Chorus] Go on, little herd, go on Through the green Go on, little herd, go on Where the high grass bends He keeps them moving And holds the line Go on, little herd, go on Till the morning breaks

[Bridge] When the fog drops low And the meadow turns gray He sits on a stone Letting the cold work through his hands

The dog at his knee The goats all bed down close Even in the hush He knows each breath they hold

[Final Chorus] Go on, little herd, go on Through the green Go on, little herd, go on Where the high grass bends He keeps them moving And holds the line Go on, little herd, go on Till the morning breaks

Go on, little herd, go on Under the sky Go on, little herd, go on With his dog nearby He keeps them moving And holds the line Go on, little herd, go on Till the morning breaks

Euer Heinz Zysset 😊

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