Jack Black - September 29, 2022
Image by - Alana Halsted
Sombering windmills spin by the pastures
As slumbering sunlight awakes with the breeze
The cattle stretch softly in the warmth and the mildew
As they gaze and they graze by the bushes and trees
The seeds of the field slowly soak in the sunshine
And up from the ground comes their peeking of noses
The birds and the bees, they chirp and they mingle
As each plants a kiss on the lips of the roses
The bees nurse their young in the comb of the basket
As the blazing old king sits by centurion clouds
foreseeing the rumbles and rainfall to come
When the heart of the sky beats the skin of the world
And over and over
Perhaps once again
And over and over
But never again
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