The vines are drooping, moss is spotted, and the sun shines through the shadows of the trees, breaking into starlight. There is no noise of the world here, only the whispers of the wind and leaves, and the sleeping breath of the earth.
The vines are drooping, moss is spotted, and the sun shines through the shadows of the trees, breaking into starlight. There is no noise of the world here, only the whispers of the wind and leaves, and the sleeping breath of the earth.