Loon Song
they called
their call
to know
a meadow
it fell
on years
of being
my dear
our legs
to our knees
in water
so pure
they broke
through the air
with sounds
so clear
they called
their call
to know
a meadow
it fell
on years
of being
my dear
our legs
to our knees
in water
so pure
they broke
through the air
with sounds
so clear