The song of the wind sings to me as my eyes are folded. The hum of the sun beats like a drum for a dance that empties the soul into exhaustion.. into bliss. I burn within for the sweet sin of my sultry Georgia summer. I recite deep to the magnolia tree's and the sweet sweet Georgia pine and I devour the green from all the scene and drink the sunset as it were wine. From the moss and grasses and the backwoods passes the beauty of my soul is reflected here and if you want to know me than just show me, I'll be waiting in sincerity for you my dear.