Swallowed sounds in the ears of civilians
Dwellings in the hell of vibrations
As quietness dwells in between the prey of crickets and morning dew
I can smell it clearly without distractions of 70 mph vehicles slap the concrete
The stars are visible dreams can be heard and manifested
Between the city and the country villages
Reminiscing of Sunday put luck smells, after church bells, picking crops from the fields
I oppose to rodden SMELLS and lactated activities
For a quiet zone of half hour drive by to assure me their is another world
-Lefty