In the silence of the forest, I hear my ancestors calling, sweetened in the scent of pine, touched by the laughter of brook. Squirrels leap among the branches, a testament to joy, a reminder that life is always filled with wonder.
- Alice Walker
In the silence of the forest, I hear my ancestors calling, sweetened in the scent of pine, touched by the laughter of brook. Squirrels leap among the branches, a testament to joy, a reminder that life is always filled with wonder.