Twas a fine winter sunset,
The sun swum down from high.
The gentle wind licked your lips,
And gave a low sweet sigh.
The Earth be dancing,
Your eyes could make.
It seemed like a silent,
Low earthquake.
The sun begone
Away to rest,
Guide you home
And point out west.
But as the sun
Went 'way to die,
The wind came back
To kiss and fly.
A simple thing
You can expect,
A simple thing
Yet so complex.
The friendly being
That makes life better,
Be the simple,
Lovely zephyr.
