- In the barren winter land, where it is often too cold to touch noses, or hold hands A lichen lines white earth disappearing as land had, under water's girth. #eco #poetry
- In the heart of the forest, where soft whispers flow Stands a realm of enchantment where gentle breezes blow. Emeral land is filled with sacred secrets untold Where nature's mystical tales are properly told. #BlueSkyArtShow #Green #nature #poetry #photography
