// The Vagrant's Sky // These evergreen hills, these unheard songs through the musical instruments called birds, this dust in air which touches my sweaty face & builds a nest of joy, these fluttering butterflies who weave a pattern so critical, this lavish fragrance of snapdragons & white lillies which engulf my nose as fume... ( caption) // The Vagrant's Sky // These evergreen hills, these unheard songs through the musical instruments called birds, this dust in air which touches my sweaty face & builds a nest of joy, these fluttering butterflies who weave a pattern so critical, this lavish fragrance of snapdragons & white lillies