In the forest by the river Where the soft light gleams, The prayer of ancient trees Whispers through fragrant dreams.
With every sigh and creak, The world begins to fade, And nature’s softest voice Is all that will remain.
- Lillian B Miller
In the forest by the river Where the soft light gleams, The prayer of ancient trees Whispers through fragrant dreams.
With every sigh and creak, The world begins to fade, And nature’s softest voice Is all that will remain.