The little birds on the sycamore tree chirped, and the squirrel, seeing the two of them under the tree, rushed back up the branches.
He lay with his head in her lap, burrying his face in her stomach, his arms encircled her waist. Her fingers combed through his tawny hair, her back against the tree-trunk.
"Are you asleep?" she whispered.
"Hmmm...yes," he whispered back.
"Wake up..." she sighed.
"Yes..okay.."he mumbled, not moving an inch.
"These fleeting charms of earth
Farewell, your springs of joy are dry
My soul now seeks another home
A brighter world on high
I'm a long time travelling here below
I'm a long time travelling away from home
I'm a long time travelling here below
To lay this body down"
She sang .
"Why did you stop?" he asked, facing her.
She paused for a while....staring at him.
She took a deep breath and began again,
"Farewell kind friends whose tender care
Has long engaged my love
Your fond embrace I now exchange
For better friends above
I'm a long time travelling here below
I'm a long time travelling away from home
I'm a long time travelling here below
To lay this body down"
He had closed his eyes...listening to her song.
"Why did you sing that?" he finally asked her.
