And I know
As the wind blows, blows
I will be carried home
As the forest inevitably
Always infatuated with life
As the gentle manner of the rabbit
Is always betrayed by the hawk
As the grass rooted to this earth
Will only experience life running past
And as the crickets sing
For the darkness coming near
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC
And I know
As the wind blows, blows
I will be carried home
As the forest inevitably
Always infatuated with life
As the gentle manner of the rabbit
Is always betrayed by the hawk
As the grass rooted to this earth
Will only experience life running past
And as the crickets sing
For the darkness coming near
