Long were the shadows,
beneath the tall trees.
Wind rustling branches,
creating falling leaves.
Dry is the air,
in this July heat wave.
Why do the Gods,
like to misbehave?
Long were the shadows,
beneath the tall trees.
Wind rustling branches,
creating falling leaves.
Dry is the air,
in this July heat wave.
Why do the Gods,
like to misbehave?