Halfway, between lunch and tea
underneath the old gum tree
gazing up, towards the sky
I dream my life passing by.
Clouds float above my eyes
the cockatoo’s begin to cry
the wind whistles through the trees
and I am open to evenings breeze.
Halfway, between lunch and tea
underneath the old gum tree
gazing up, towards the sky
I dream my life passing by.
Clouds float above my eyes
the cockatoo’s begin to cry
the wind whistles through the trees
and I am open to evenings breeze.