In the quiet dawn, they stand like trees, Their roots entwined with the earth’s embrace, Branches sheltering us from life’s…
In the cradle of ancient hands, Where whispers of ink first found their place, A sheet of stories began to…
In the quiet echoes of the fading light, Whispers of our deeds take flight, Through the corridors of time’s embrace,…
In the gentle rustle of the autumn leaves,Grandad’s stories softly weave,Tales of courage, hope, and grace,In the garden’s warm embrace.…
In the silent shadows of the ancient trees,Whispers of ancestors weave through the breeze.Tales of old, in hushed tones they…
In the heart of gentle grace, he stands, A beacon of light through time’s vast sands. With kindness as his…
In the whisper of leaves, your spirit lingers,Guiding us through nature’s gentle embrace.Your words, a balm to the wandering soul,Teach…
In the whisper of the evening’s gentle sigh, She found her place beneath the vast, quiet sky. With words that…
In fields where whispers dance with the breeze, Heaney’s verses bloom like the morning light, Each line a journey through…