Those who hold the key, who hear the trees, Are hosted by the vine, by every flower, Hold every word of leaf and petal, As the sun falls on the green, glistening, Into the shadows.
Nature writes a tale sweet and bold.
- Dylan Thomas
Those who hold the key, who hear the trees, Are hosted by the vine, by every flower, Hold every word of leaf and petal, As the sun falls on the green, glistening, Into the shadows.
Nature writes a tale sweet and bold.