With every heartbeat, I feel the sway of grass, a timeless dance within the open fields, echoing whispers of the past— a flight of swallows criss-crossing, in the wide canvas of blue sky, to linger softly in the sun’s embrace.
- Gary Snyder
With every heartbeat, I feel the sway of grass, a timeless dance within the open fields, echoing whispers of the past— a flight of swallows criss-crossing, in the wide canvas of blue sky, to linger softly in the sun’s embrace.