It is too early;
drops smolder their white flames
and I breathe the warm mist
gnarled around Beech trees.
It is also too late;
rain extinguishes a white fire
and I breathe the cold mist
gnarled around Beech trees.
It is too early;
drops smolder their white flames
and I breathe the warm mist
gnarled around Beech trees.
It is also too late;
rain extinguishes a white fire
and I breathe the cold mist
gnarled around Beech trees.