Underneath the ancient boughs, Time runs like a gentle stream, Where the past intertwines with the present, In whispers of wind through the leaves, Nature holds the stories untold, A testament to life’s endless cycle.
- Lola Ridge
Underneath the ancient boughs, Time runs like a gentle stream, Where the past intertwines with the present, In whispers of wind through the leaves, Nature holds the stories untold, A testament to life’s endless cycle.