In the whispering winds of ancient trees, Lies the secret song of time’s gentle flow, Where man and earth in…
In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light, They whisper dreams into the morning air, With gentle hands that guide…
In the quiet of the morning, I see him stand, A silhouette against the rising sun. His hands, worn with…
In the quiet corners of my childhood days, His laughter echoed like a gentle breeze, With stories spun from golden…
In the quiet hum of twilight’s glow,Grandad’s stories softly flow,Whispers of a world long past,Echoes that forever last.His hands, worn…
Beneath the earth, in shadows deep, Lies gold in slumber, quiet and still, A treasure of dreams, secrets to keep,…
In the quiet dawn, I hear your voice, A melody of wisdom, calm and deep, Guiding me through life’s uncertain…