From the little sparrows
chirping
in the tree tops,
To the simple yarrow
swaying
until the wind stops;
To the deep deep underground
silent
darkly listening.
In the world these songs abound
mysteries
reaveal only to those listening.
From the little sparrows
chirping
in the tree tops,
To the simple yarrow
swaying
until the wind stops;
To the deep deep underground
silent
darkly listening.
In the world these songs abound
mysteries
reaveal only to those listening.