I lay upon the soft sweet graas
Unaware of the world come and pass
The skies yawn; sweep me asunder
I am free to breathe in my morning slumber
When the bird above sings a honey hello
My eyes flutter open to see its coat of yellow
How it warms my bossom to have a friend
Who doesn’t want me to miss the slience end
The valley swirls and dances with the wind
I notice the sun’s glow has thinned
Pe...