The mountains stand, ancient and wise, Whispering secrets to the passing skies. With each gentle breath, the wind caresses, Eroding…
In the heart of emerald fields, where wildflowers roam, The gentle breeze carries tales of ancient lore. Hills rise like…
In the gentle cradle of the morning light, Whispers of the verdant tapestry unfold, Where meadows dance in the sun’s…
Beneath the sky of endless hue, Where rolling fields of green renew, Soft whispers through the ancient trees, Sing songs…