In the whispering leaves of ancient trees, The secrets of the earth are softly spun. Man walks a path of…
Beneath the sky so vast and blue, Where rivers wind and forests grew, Man strides with dreams and heart so…
In the silent whispers of dawn’s first light, He walks alone, a solitary knight. Through fields of dreams and shadows…
In the quiet moments before dawn’s first light, He stands, a beacon in the dark of night. With a heart…
In the whispering wind, a message clear, Man and nature, forever near, Through valleys deep and mountains high, Their spirits…
In the whispering winds, man finds solace, Beneath the ancient trees, lifeâs sacred palace. Rivers carve tales through the earth’s…
In the quiet dawn of morning’s light, He stands a pillar, firm and bright, With hands that heal, and words…
In the heart of Brooklyn, a poet was born, With words like rivers, his verses adorned. He sang of the…
In the quiet of the morning light, He rises up to greet the day, With heart so kind and spirit…
Beneath the canopy of ancient trees, where shadows dance, The whispers of the earth speak secrets of romance. A symphony…