Meadows blossoming,
with grasses, summer flowers,
and my hay-fever.
We only live once,
is wrong, we only die once,
we live every day.
The light on the leaves,
creates a pattern of light,
in this leafy place.

As complex as simple is.
Meadows blossoming,
with grasses, summer flowers,
and my hay-fever.
We only live once,
is wrong, we only die once,
we live every day.
The light on the leaves,
creates a pattern of light,
in this leafy place.
