The sky is pale blue
The grass is bejeweled with ice –
No trees for the birds
Man walks all alone
Looking out for gasoline;
Cars are rolling by
Little stream still sings,
Reeds are brushing the surface –
Here he rests a while.
The sky is pale blue
The grass is bejeweled with ice –
No trees for the birds
Man walks all alone
Looking out for gasoline;
Cars are rolling by
Little stream still sings,
Reeds are brushing the surface –
Here he rests a while.