HOW SHALL I DESCRIBE THEE?
Your eternal labour shall not fade
In the memory lane shall it be laid
As the harvest cries your name
And my eternal lines transmit
And every bird sings your attributes
On every tree, even for the yet unborn
A way in or out for humanity through writing
Your eternal labour shall not fade
In the memory lane shall it be laid
As the harvest cries your name
And my eternal lines transmit
And every bird sings your attributes
On every tree, even for the yet unborn