Breeze
Whisper, winds, and tell me all the wisdom of the trees: sussurate the secrets of their sylvan summers’ ease and show me how they shower joy in the dying of their leaves, and let me learn from root and limb what contentment really means.
Whisper, winds, and tell me all the wisdom of the trees: sussurate the secrets of their sylvan summers’ ease and show me how they shower joy in the dying of their leaves, and let me learn from root and limb what contentment really means.