Friday


in the meadow, is where i belong.

New in the night
Old during the rise of our sun.
To love, to love, oh how to feel.
The clouds raise the Earth Children.
The breeze shows them the way.
Rivers swallow their worries,
While stones of the river hold their secrets.
Moss that grows, on trees that dance.
The stars will fall asleep with us tonight.

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