Yet another sunriseSitting, in the shadesThe tree whispered Can you hear meI said, I can, but I don't want toI want to enjoy the quiet of your shadeAnd I sat there for hoursOpening my eyes I feltThe freshness of a childAs if there was yet another sunrisePost not marked as liked
Sitting, in the shadesThe tree whispered Can you hear meI said, I can, but I don't want toI want to enjoy the quiet of your shadeAnd I sat there for hoursOpening my eyes I feltThe freshness of a childAs if there was yet another sunrise