Grey Morning
Grey opens to silver
Wings brush the dust off branches
Soothing, softly against the leaves
Mists float above the grasses
So still the air
So soft, the light
So true and real
I might learn
Much from the quiet
Grey Morning
Grey opens to silver
Wings brush the dust off branches
Soothing, softly against the leaves
Mists float above the grasses
So still the air
So soft, the light
So true and real
I might learn
Much from the quiet