Up with the lark,
And the boat skims
The surface of the water.
The sails blush,
Staining the water,
Reflecting back a happy smile.
Pink sails, pale blue morning.
Pink sails, I am yet to see, but it would not surprise me. Yesterday I counted a couple of dozen sail craft in the lake, Everyone is so tired of the long winter.
Pink sails, I am yet to see, but it would not surprise me. Yesterday I counted a couple of dozen sail craft in the lake, Everyone is so tired of the long winter.
It is a lovely sight isn’t it? Somehow joyful?