Whispering winds wind into our heart,
pressing ever gently into tomorrow, where
so much dirt
can become a pile of goodness.
Remember the ant, and
remember to
speak harshly to them
when they steal from you.
………………Carol
Whispering winds wind into our heart,
pressing ever gently into tomorrow, where
so much dirt
can become a pile of goodness.
Remember the ant, and
remember to
speak harshly to them
when they steal from you.
………………Carol