You root deep,
And reach skyward.
Something you say to me
That is under the earth.
Something you say to me
That is over the earth.
What it is,
Perhaps the closed eyes know.
What it is,
Maybe the folded wings know.
No posts
You root deep,
And reach skyward.
Something you say to me
That is under the earth.
Something you say to me
That is over the earth.
What it is,
Perhaps the closed eyes know.
What it is,
Maybe the folded wings know.
No posts