Rise, gentle dawn! The ancient trees
Whispering peace, grant us this grace, Their leafy crowns—the sun’s decree, A sacred shelter, a hidden space. Let nature be our tranquil home, Where souls in stillness freely roam.
- Mary Wollstonecraft
Rise, gentle dawn! The ancient trees
Whispering peace, grant us this grace, Their leafy crowns—the sun’s decree, A sacred shelter, a hidden space. Let nature be our tranquil home, Where souls in stillness freely roam.