Humming the wind
Run to chase leaves in savanna
Then greet the wind that rustled softly
Wear your wing grouse to the east, west or wherever you like
For there is rhyme in every wing of your wings, mixing the breezy noise of the firmame
Humming the wind
Run to chase leaves in savanna
Then greet the wind that rustled softly
Wear your wing grouse to the east, west or wherever you like
For there is rhyme in every wing of your wings, mixing the breezy noise of the firmame