Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow.


Song of the Sparrow (ed. 2008)


Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow.

Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow.

Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow.

Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow.