Through leaves, some eyes look out
In the forest, I am watched
No threat felt but curiosity
I am the visitor, the traveler
Through leaves, some eyes look out
In the forest, I am watched
No threat felt but curiosity
I am the visitor, the traveler
The days are light when little cats fly and the barking pups jump after…
The birds do a Salsa, the moon smiles coy and the chorus is sung in laughter
At times we’re completely aware that we all live in worlds separate from one another… During these episodes we’re likely less frustrated