At fortnight it awakes and grows
It runs between a shoe and toes
It hisses, rustles, up it goes
And resonates
It softly comes, it quietly leaves
Behind a knot one can unweave
In hundred ways
The mist that falls upon the lawn
On summer days
Then, in the hour before the dawn
It resonates
Its tongue is pretty poor for words
It speaks instead in subtle chords
No one can play
There, in the shades, black, blue and green
There, in the cut between the scenes
There, where it hardly can be seen
It resonates
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
At fortnight it awakes and grows
It runs between a shoe and toes
It hisses, rustles, up it goes
And resonates
It softly comes, it quietly leaves
Behind a knot one can unweave
In hundred ways
The mist that falls upon the lawn
On summer days
Then, in the hour before the dawn
It resonates
Its tongue is pretty poor for words
It speaks instead in subtle chords
No one can play
There, in the shades, black, blue and green
There, in the cut between the scenes
There, where it hardly can be seen
It resonates
