The whispering of the pines, Is a hymn that calls to me, Through every sigh and rustle, In the heart of every tree.
Beneath the vast expanse, Where the eagles soar so high, The spirit of the wilderness, Embraces you and I.
- Lillian B Miller
The whispering of the pines, Is a hymn that calls to me, Through every sigh and rustle, In the heart of every tree.
Beneath the vast expanse, Where the eagles soar so high, The spirit of the wilderness, Embraces you and I.