Fluffy sheep are gambolling across fields.
What are they here for? Living seems to be an end in itself.
Sometimes their wool keeps human beings warm.
Do they have dreams, aims or ambitions? Who knows?
They know what comfort feels like.

Fluffy sheep are gambolling across fields.
What are they here for? Living seems to be an end in itself.
Sometimes their wool keeps human beings warm.
Do they have dreams, aims or ambitions? Who knows?
They know what comfort feels like.
Full Circle
Diminishing returns
Resounding echoes