Hello, bird. Without your forest, you sing a loop from a wire. From where I stand, your presence is a nagging question. Where to live now. How?
where will
how, singing?
how, singing?
Hello, bird. Without your forest, you sing a loop from a wire. From where I stand, your presence is a nagging question. Where to live now. How?
This is so true.
I have planted a few trees.
Doubt I will be around to see if they help!
Hi granny! I suspect you have nurtured quite a lot more life than you can imagine. It’s definitely a mystery, how much goes unseen. Big hugs your way : )
I like this. Simple things speak of worldly things