aside
Notes trickle through the trees
In falling acorn buds and leaves
An orchestra to an ever changing rhythm.
That crescendos during fires,
Falling to a chant when it rains.
The forest is a symphony.
☮️ A quiet place to write about loud emotions 🧘
Notes trickle through the trees
In falling acorn buds and leaves
An orchestra to an ever changing rhythm.
That crescendos during fires,
Falling to a chant when it rains.
The forest is a symphony.