Df, Zeiss 50/2 @f/2.8, 5000 ISO
The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her breast
And like the jolly ploughboy she whistles and she sings
She goes home in the evening with the dew all on her wings
(larks are vanishing, and ploughboys are gone anyway. Time to recycle the old songs, right ?)