Through tangled woods, the sunlight drips, Upon the paths where silence slips, Each step a dance with earth and sky, In nature’s lore, we live, we die. In every breath, a memory stays, Of golden dreams and verdant ways.
- John Maynard Keynes
Through tangled woods, the sunlight drips, Upon the paths where silence slips, Each step a dance with earth and sky, In nature’s lore, we live, we die. In every breath, a memory stays, Of golden dreams and verdant ways.