π³
While returning,
I met a tree.
It was laden with fruits,
And with birds on it aplenty.
The tree beheld my sight.
I admired its glory.
While returning,
I saw a beautiful miracle of nature,
And that’s how it was supposed to be.
Adios!
π³
While returning,
I met a tree.
It was laden with fruits,
And with birds on it aplenty.
The tree beheld my sight.
I admired its glory.
While returning,
I saw a beautiful miracle of nature,
And that’s how it was supposed to be.
Adios!