A little kindness
The sweetest noise a soul could make
Sounds like piano, or sweet strings
Of violin but in these woods are
Chirping crickets, frogs that sing.
Sounds like piano, or sweet strings
Of violin but in these woods are
Chirping crickets, frogs that sing.
The sweetest thing a soul could do
Is lay down here and rest her head
In this green forest, listen for
The echoes of my words unsaid
Is lay down here and rest her head
In this green forest, listen for
The echoes of my words unsaid
The kindest thing a soul could leave
On my green bed of earth and grass
Are flowers: red and pink and blue
To mark my sleep as seasons pass.
On my green bed of earth and grass
Are flowers: red and pink and blue
To mark my sleep as seasons pass.
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