Poetic reading for a meditation app.
Middle Aged (35-54)
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
when the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud and goes down burning into the gulf below. No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud at what has happened. Birds at least must know it is the change to darkness in the sky, murmuring something quiet in her breast. One bird begins to close, a faded eye overtaken too far from his nest. Hurrying low above the grove. Some waif swoops just in time to his remembered tree. At most, he thinks, or twitters softly safe. Now let the night be dark for all of me. Let the night be too dark for me to see into the future. Let what will be B yeah!
Narrator, Therapist, Calming, Genuine, Reassuring, Softspoken, Soothing, Thoughtful, Warm, Relaxed, British (General)