The March Under

There's those who speak the truth of others
There's those whom speak the truth
Fruit fallen lies underneath
The wind whom in the window
Wooed eeked the daylight door
Floor on the sun no more
Listen listen too
To the hills, none
Listen to, huh!
The under one
A leave blew under sound
Dill da low gah
Too hills go winds, no!
Too huh!
Under a listening breeze
Clay rustles with the sound underneath roots trees
None move none
The bow ran stopped. ran
Too huh!
Da don un