A gentle breeze is blowing, Through fields of swaying grain, It tells of summer’s giving, And whispers of the rain.
In every breath we take, The essence of the earth, A cycle unbroken, Embraces life’s rebirth.
- Jānis Akuraters
A gentle breeze is blowing, Through fields of swaying grain, It tells of summer’s giving, And whispers of the rain.
In every breath we take, The essence of the earth, A cycle unbroken, Embraces life’s rebirth.