A rosy sky above my house —
The colours of a glowing day,
The darting jackdaws’ ruckus,
The crows’ chatter on a pathway.
An apple tree stands clinging
To our neighbours’ fence
The colours are silently fading
Leaving behind a withering trace.
A rosy sky above my house —
The colours of a glowing day,
The darting jackdaws’ ruckus,
The crows’ chatter on a pathway.
An apple tree stands clinging
To our neighbours’ fence
The colours are silently fading
Leaving behind a withering trace.