a summer tree
bids me a shadow
to dance all over the grass
a school of grass
bids me a shimmer
under the wind at last
the sun whispers
with far off flames
to tip me 'afternoon'
my eyes can wander
all over the world
still without enough room
bids me a shadow
to dance all over the grass
a school of grass
bids me a shimmer
under the wind at last
the sun whispers
with far off flames
to tip me 'afternoon'
my eyes can wander
all over the world
still without enough room
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