[The following word concerto was kindly shared with us by Happy Cow's good friend Simon Drew. When he is not busy inviting people to lay down in fields, Simon can be found disagreeing with small galaxies, fundamentally altering the fabric of space-time, insisting he is not an elephant and running the online groups English Stuff and International Monthly Hatstand Day. When you and Simon have finished lying down in a field, why not leave a comment at the bottom of this page. You can sign in to the comments widget using your Facebook or Google accounts, or just leave a message without signing in. If you don't feel like using words, just click on the 'Like' button instead. Enjoy!]
I love you in as many ways as the sunlight can strike the morning grass
There is no end to that
In the soul soup where bones dissolve
In the stock of you and I
Till all remembering is forgotten
And I know not your face or mine
Lie down with me
In these fields of plenty
Where the word "enough" has no meaning
We call the pouring glasses waterfalls
No talk of want or need
The joke of deceit and greed
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