The ragged skyline of tree silhouettes amber skies. fireflies or is it fairies dancing
A partridge is low in a farm's field of summer's rain tassels swaying, are bowed with bounty
At the end of each day, I stand silent I can wait I can see I am here
When the night has begun, I sit quiet I can wait I can see I am here
Pine needle forest floor sinking beneath my feet smells so sweet,
And the wind sings gently
Amphibian peepers and hoot-owl chants fill the night
They're out of sight, but the sound surrounds me
At the end of each day, I stand silent I can wait I can see I am here
When the night has begun, I sit quiet I can wait I can see I am here