"Nature Behind My Ear, Waiting to Please Be Near"


Watching the sunset above the windy trees,
I see the meadows and through the leaves,
I hear the bushy clouds go by,
As wondering to myself, why?
As I stare in amusement to the sight of birds,
I am beginning to wonder what are these explicit words.
As I sit upon this soaked log,
Listening to the wide open fog,
Having forgot about all the times,
I haven't been able to hear the country chimes.