The clouds of time are bound in stasis,
as dappled sunlight plays on our faces.
I reach down and drape my fingers on your palm,
As the trees of the same variety calmly sway
and whisper in their places
talking to the sky.
The clouds of time are bound in stasis,
as dappled sunlight plays on our faces.
I reach down and drape my fingers on your palm,
As the trees of the same variety calmly sway
and whisper in their places
talking to the sky.