The Earth sleeps in high limbs,
Swaying in tropical breezes,
Her cradle a nest of branches.
She slumbers coiled like a cat.
Her breast rises and falls
In the moon’s bright light.
She sleeps just outside
The door and waits.
The Earth sleeps in high limbs,
Swaying in tropical breezes,
Her cradle a nest of branches.
She slumbers coiled like a cat.
Her breast rises and falls
In the moon’s bright light.
She sleeps just outside
The door and waits.
