Goose calls as Sun sets
Neither making its way or stressed
Smell of Grass finds
Wind’s fine lines
Amongst the fields
That wave goodnight
While Clouds roll into a blanket
To wish Gaia a good sleep.
Goose calls as Sun sets
Neither making its way or stressed
Smell of Grass finds
Wind’s fine lines
Amongst the fields
That wave goodnight
While Clouds roll into a blanket
To wish Gaia a good sleep.