Sitting below a willow,
listening to the wisping wind,
brush agenst the water,
makeing the water stir.
The soft patting of rain drops in the water,
the soothing sounds of bullfrogs and crickets.
The dark clouds over head,
The distant compherting sound of thunder,
She looked out over mother nature,
She gave her heart to the land.
listening to the wisping wind,
brush agenst the water,
makeing the water stir.
The soft patting of rain drops in the water,
the soothing sounds of bullfrogs and crickets.
The dark clouds over head,
The distant compherting sound of thunder,
She looked out over mother nature,
She gave her heart to the land.
