The echoes of the mountains, In every rugged stone, Whispers of the ancients, In valleys overgrown.
Nature holds her secrets, In silence so profound, With every gust, a promise, Of beauty to be found.
- Jānis Akuraters
The echoes of the mountains, In every rugged stone, Whispers of the ancients, In valleys overgrown.
Nature holds her secrets, In silence so profound, With every gust, a promise, Of beauty to be found.