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
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