|From 1994 - not formattted as written but....
||[Jan. 18th, 2004|05:29 pm]
bees are buzzing trees are growing|
birds are humming farmers sowing
wings a' flapping crows a' crowing,
hikers thumbing... nature pianissimo.
paths are winding
.. the sleepy hidden bungalow.
a rusty hammer In the country
red tinged glamour a silence crisper,
lying greenly and peace of mind
not uncleanly as breezes whisper