Over fields of quiet, a sparrow darts, weaving through sun-kissed clover, its song a soft but vibrant thread in the tapestry of morning light. Nature hums, a delicate symphony, and I breathe in her fragrant notes.
- Dora Male
Over fields of quiet, a sparrow darts, weaving through sun-kissed clover, its song a soft but vibrant thread in the tapestry of morning light. Nature hums, a delicate symphony, and I breathe in her fragrant notes.