The Maiden grass song

14 Jan 2017

​As the wind rustles,

From in between its bristles;

A song magically emerges;

Different everyday and in every way;

Slowly, soothingly will it then sing;

And fill us up with a serene zing;

With everything we want to hear;

With everything we want to share;

It is the song of maidengrass!

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