≈ 1 min read · July 30, 2019
Author Unknown
From afar, our woods of church, of
Look a solid mass of trees,
Only when you walk on grass,
Among them is it known,
That each tree stands alone.
≈ 1 min read · July 30, 2019
Author Unknown
From afar, our woods of church, of
Look a solid mass of trees,
Only when you walk on grass,
Among them is it known,
That each tree stands alone.