Harr

When you decend upon the land You bring a stillness the world seems to slow Even the birds cautiously chirp Instead of full blown song The gentle breeze moves the golden grass along And everything waits for the sun to burn your haze You lay a heaviness in the air as you roll in with the tide Eerily you creep and crawl swallowing all in your path We go along with the ride moisture consuming all Even motorists slowly fall in line The wind makes you run as we wait for the glory Of the sun Harr mist fog you go by many names concealing all