Sun soaked and sparkling,
Asta somehow knows, sipping
Deep the light-filled creek,
Shimmering, shining,
So numinous below. The
Ripples softly speak
Of this bright altar
Of this holy flow, of this
Old dog’s raptured glow.
Sun soaked and sparkling,
Asta somehow knows, sipping
Deep the light-filled creek,
Shimmering, shining,
So numinous below. The
Ripples softly speak
Of this bright altar
Of this holy flow, of this
Old dog’s raptured glow.