In the whispers of the ancient winds, Stories of old are softly spun, Carried through time by elders’ kin, A…
In the gentle arms of rolling hills, Whispering winds through ancient trees, My hometown cradles dreams and wills, A tapestry…
In the gentle whispers of the night, Lies the warmth of familial light, A bond unbroken, strong and true, In…
Beneath our feet, a world untold, Where roots entwine and stories unfold. The soil, a keeper of dreams profound, Whispers…
In the garden of our shared dreams, We plant seeds of laughter and tears, Nurturing each bud with trust, As…
In the quiet dawn, where shadows stretch and yawn, The plants awaken, swaying with the breeze, Their leaves a canvas…
Beneath our feet, a world unseen, Where roots entwine and dreams convene. The soil, a cradle, soft and strong, Whispers…
Beneath our feet, the soil does lie, A tapestry woven by nature’s sigh. Each grain a story, each clod a…