The grass is like a friend. The wind sings. All of us have heard the murmurings and the shushing. Interlaced is our breath, or we are the breath itself— there is no end to green, it knows no boundaries, and it welcomes you home.
- Carl Sandburg
The grass is like a friend. The wind sings. All of us have heard the murmurings and the shushing. Interlaced is our breath, or we are the breath itself— there is no end to green, it knows no boundaries, and it welcomes you home.