Touraine, juin 2007
Lazing in the haze of midday,
Laughing in the grasses and the graze.
Yellow bird, you are not alone
In singing and in flying on,
In laughing and in leaving.
Willow weeping in the water,
Waving to the river daughters,
Swaying in the ripples and the reeds.
On a trip to Cirrus Minor,
Saw a crater in the sun
A thousand miles of moonlight later.
Pink Floyd - Cirrus Minor
