I’m going to add 4 bars every day until I have 2 8-bar verses. I got a bit carried away and wrote part of a chorus as well.
(last 4 bars of verse 1)
My eyes adjust to the lack of light
In a moment of consciousness on an August night
Lying on my back I can see the faint white haze
of the spiral arm of the Milky Way
The wind farm is my home
I sway with the rhythm of the brome