Bruce Wayne McLellan - whoa whoa

The ragged skyline of tree silhouettes amber skies. fireflies or is it fairies dancing
A partridge is low in a farm's field of summer's rain tassels swaying, are bowed with bounty

At the end of each day, I stand silent I can wait I can see I am here
When the night has begun, I sit quiet I can wait I can see I am here

Pine needle forest floor sinking beneath my feet smells so sweet,
and the wind sings gently
Amphibian peepers and hoot-owl chants fill the night
They're out of sight, but the sound surrounds me

At the end of each day, I stand silent I can wait I can see I am here
When the night has begun, I sit quiet I can wait I can see I am here

Written by:
Bruce McLellan

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