of deep gratitude

Paid out of nothing in my hands

I'm in a dream back to me

close to the lake, where I once was

hats again foreign fish in my baskets

The wind was singing sweet green dietary

fine smelling summer wood fired bread

from afar, wild horses struggling at a trot

Fields and meadows over mats

their desire snorting fervor passion

Guitars drums instruments

Love songs Moorish ornaments

Beauty pray of deep gratitude