Nomad Entry 20
They don't appreciate it,
Do they?
Shades of green ever unfolding;
And multiplying beneath the feet
Of whatever footprint seems lurking.
They don't appreciate it,
Do they?
The clever sounds of mighty...
Do they?
Shades of green ever unfolding;
And multiplying beneath the feet
Of whatever footprint seems lurking.
They don't appreciate it,
Do they?
The clever sounds of mighty...