The cicadas are quiet. And the potoo birds are quiet. And the wind is quiet. And the sea quietens, for the mother setting sail, the daughter at shore.
The mother sings a song only the fish can hear.
The cicadas are quiet. And the potoo birds are quiet. And the wind is quiet. And the sea quietens, for the mother setting sail, the daughter at shore.
The mother sings a song only the fish can hear.