the red edge of dawn
the soft soft frost of the waining of winter
the brightest green of the tender grass
the creepiness of words in context
and the bliss of summer winds
clear skies
happy birds
running waters of the creeks
through the fields of swift running animals
the sun lighting the day
leaving the memories of stars behind
in the night when crickets chirp
the brightest green of the tender grass
the creepiness of words in context
and the bliss of summer winds
clear skies
happy birds
running waters of the creeks
through the fields of swift running animals
the sun lighting the day
leaving the memories of stars behind
in the night when crickets chirp


