Snowmass • 15.08.12
Snowmass land of aspens and evergreens
I draw the strenth of joy from all your creeks
I let the sun burning my ears to blood
For I dwell on the grass of your meadows
I turned a grasshoper to see your land
I hop until the summit of your peaks
My ears are bleeding to the sound of wind
Snowmass land of aspens and evergreens










