The acute sun was setting,
And the air was still and soft.
Here I would contemplate the day
And enjoy the calmness oft.
Over the rolling dotted hills
And through the wavering trees,
Would I stare silently, lifted in my toft.
Admiring the daydreams of golden fields
High amongst heaven's loft.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
The acute sun was setting,
And the air was still and soft.
Here I would contemplate the day
And enjoy the calmness oft.
Over the rolling dotted hills
And through the wavering trees,
Would I stare silently, lifted in my toft.
Admiring the daydreams of golden fields
High amongst heaven's loft.
