In quiet woods where shadows play, And sunlight dances through the day, There speaks a voice so soft and clear,…
In the quiet glades where shadows dance, Beneath the whispering trees of chance, Robert Frost’s love weaves a tender thread,…
Beneath the boughs of frosted pine, we tread, In silence, where the poet’s whispers lead, The winter’s breath, a chill…
In the quiet woods where shadows play, I found a path of whispers, soft and true, Beneath the canopy where…
In the stillness of the winter’s night, Where silence speaks in shadows white, The moonlight dances on the snow, A…
In the quiet hush of winter’s breath, When snowflakes dance on icy streams, We remember a voice now laid to…