Upon the branch it hangs so bright,In morning’s soft and gentle light.Its skin so red, its form so round,A treasure…
Beneath the emerald canopy so deep, Where shadows dance and secrets keep, The whispers of the trees unfold, A tale…
In the quiet of the night, a whisper grows, The tender call of life that softly flows. From ashes grey,…
Beneath the ancient oak, where shadows play, Lies the silent whisper of the day. Leaves fall like memories in the…