The Mini Troubadoura's Love Letter to Nature and Heritage

I want an R.V and to drink spring water from old jelly jars Concreate is overrated, feels nothing like moss nothing like wind upon skin So my eyes get sad, and my days and nights long cause my hair dont smell like wood smoke just stupid cigarettes and my smiles light up empty rooms No river pebbles for my little toes and the Milkyway don't exist here. These folks know nothing of nebulas Just of bickering and sadness and don't understand a thing I say