A solitary tree stands stout and bold, its branches like arms embracing the sky, green leaves shimmering, a dance of light in a gentle breeze. Each rustle, a story, and I listen close, as nature speaks the language of life.
- Dora Male
A solitary tree stands stout and bold, its branches like arms embracing the sky, green leaves shimmering, a dance of light in a gentle breeze. Each rustle, a story, and I listen close, as nature speaks the language of life.