Slipping out in the evening cooled by a passing breeze,
It stops for a moment,
Delivering perfect silence,
Broken only by the frogs,
Who once again begin their symphony.
For this garden of Eden, where I abide.
Slipping out in the evening cooled by a passing breeze,
It stops for a moment,
Delivering perfect silence,
Broken only by the frogs,
Who once again begin their symphony.
For this garden of Eden, where I abide.
