When I woke this past Easter morning, I heard songbirds calling each other for the first time this year. Grace, Barefoot viriditas Green is the vision of the leaves of the trees. Green are the lakes, still and pure.
When I woke this past Easter morning, I heard songbirds calling each other for the first time this year. Grace, Barefoot viriditas Green is the vision of the leaves of the trees. Green are the lakes, still and pure.