Jap

When the wind was fresh On the hills And the stars were new in the sky And a lark was heard in the still When the spring is cold Where do robins go? June July and August said "Its probably hard to plan ahead" February April said When it rains it pours... Coming from the underground To a scene that is minus 10 degrees Kinda like an apple pie, Dry on the outside but the inside soft and sweet... Where would I start? Invasion stereophonic fine art rushing every space, every frequency of cosmic message in the breeze... Once again it's the cosmic a la mode!