The grass walks in the wind,
in love with the wings
of the skylarks.
This mysterious lake
is as deep as my fear,
my fear that I may
one day
see a cloud
and know what it is.

The grass walks in the wind,
in love with the wings
of the skylarks.
This mysterious lake
is as deep as my fear,
my fear that I may
one day
see a cloud
and know what it is.
