Lullaby
The windows cracked and I hear the sound of the wind in the trees and feel the gentle touch of the breeze
the Earth š singsā¦..if you are still you can hear a symphony of the approaching night and itās sounds
the song sings of the cycle as this ball spins bringing light to some and darkness to others
close your eyes and feel the weight as the night swallows its unsuspecting preyā¦.. only to be spewed out at the morning light and thrust back into the lullaby of life
sweet dreams
Ttucro