Among the grassy hills on a winters evening
When all the birds have taken to the trees
To rest beneath the fading moon
And summers days are long forgotten
The warmth replaced by frost too soon.
From hedge to hedge and across the fields
Amidst the silence the stillness clings
A lone voice singing a pleasant tune
In the winters cold night air that brings
All things of harmonious upon the leaves
He hides beneath the cedar tree
Lost in a brambly path that weaves
Its way around a stream of overgrown weeds.
Against the wooden fence, the shadows lazy rest
Idling drowsy in the moonlight glare
while in the meadow a sultry breeze
Catches the song, spreading into the air
It’s music thrumming like little feet
The whole world\'s filled to the dance of the moon.
And lips sip on nature’s Dewy sweet.
On a frosty night beneath the Branches
Ice drops and nipped wings stinging lightly
It’s not yet time to call your tune
Grasshopper sits on grassy hills
Fiddling away until summers bloom
Now lays his head under winters moon.