In the moonlit garden, Mary stands alone, Her heart a gentle whisper, a soft, sweet tone. The stars above reflect…
In the quiet of the night, a melody takes flight, Whispered through the leaves, a song pure and bright. Notes…
In the quiet of the night, a voice does rise, A melody that dances beneath the starry skies. It whispers…
In the dawn’s early light, they take to the sky, Feathered wonders, with freedom they fly. Their melodies echo through…