Go into the forest,
Listen to the beauty of nature.
The leaves will sing a song for you,
Whilst the rustling wind will break out into a sonnet or a ballad,
The trees will gossip about the good old days.
The onomatopoeia of the animals,
The caves will invite you for a sleep over,
The cliffs will whisper their secrets,
And even the rumbling, meandering river will have a story to tell,
In some chapters you will be mentioned in it.
14/5/2019
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 7:56 AM UTC
Go into the forest,
Listen to the beauty of nature.
The leaves will sing a song for you,
Whilst the rustling wind will break out into a sonnet or a ballad,
The trees will gossip about the good old days.
The onomatopoeia of the animals,
The caves will invite you for a sleep over,
The cliffs will whisper their secrets,
And even the rumbling, meandering river will have a story to tell,
In some chapters you will be mentioned in it.
14/5/2019