The winds are howling,
The rains are softly falling,
The skies are cloudy,
The clouds are hoary,
Lofty trees exuberantly frisky,
And I in this weather must bask
Like a romping glade unicorn,
And dost grab some popcorn.
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 6:21 PM UTC
The winds are howling,
The rains are softly falling,
The skies are cloudy,
The clouds are hoary,
Lofty trees exuberantly frisky,
And I in this weather must bask
Like a romping glade unicorn,
And dost grab some popcorn.
P.S
A rill runs through trees on yonder but apparently tis covered in green, it can’t be seen...but come winter it’ll kiss roots of those trees again. Isn’t God really amazing???
#EvergreenState
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