Come , walk with me under the long and branched big tree.
On the fallen dry leaves , walk with me slowly :
Where life dwells in peace and it becomes anxious free.
Come , walk with ease holding my bare alone hand .
Through little trees, walk heartily
Where butterflies play that are very fickle, tree to tree like wand.
And certainly where don't have any wry outlook ;
Only have there rhythmic song like band.
On the fallen dry leaves , walk with me slowly :
Where life dwells in peace and it becomes anxious free.
Come , walk with ease holding my bare alone hand .
Through little trees, walk heartily
Where butterflies play that are very fickle, tree to tree like wand.
And certainly where don't have any wry outlook ;
Only have there rhythmic song like band.
No comments:
Post a Comment