A sunbeam filters through the leaves, In dappled light, shadows play, Nature’s cradle rocks gently, The songs of birds weave a melody, Every note, a celebration of life, In this moment, the world stands still.
- Maria Luisa Spaziani
A sunbeam filters through the leaves, In dappled light, shadows play, Nature’s cradle rocks gently, The songs of birds weave a melody, Every note, a celebration of life, In this moment, the world stands still.