Mar 2015
the sound of the wind is a lullaby
sang by each and every blade of grass
their voices so distinctive no noise can they amass.
Except omitting the motion of movement in the wind,
they play a silent lullaby to echo in the dawn of spring.
sang by each and every blade of grass
their voices so distinctive no noise can they amass.
Except omitting the motion of movement in the wind,
they play a silent lullaby to echo in the dawn of spring.
walking through London today took a moment to relax on the grass in St James Park before work. Wasn't the warmest of days but felt nice to tune in with nature even if just briefly.
