Grasses wheezing in the breeze
Hiding secrets underneath
A sun's rays through vegetation
Lighting crows's anticipation
Critters chatting on the bog
Calling out to me: "Ya hog!"

Apostle's ashes on the ground
To be masked by pollen abound
A crow's work washed up at rivers
Breaking its wonderful appearance
Critters chatting on the bog
Throwing thrash at me: "Ya hog!"

I just can't take my eyes away
From you, O nature, O my Love!~~~ ~ ~  ~   ~    ~