The grass is singing as I walk upon this ancient Earth. The mountain rises as the Sun seeks its rest behind the shade of an old oak. I love to breathe in the sky as the cooing dove comforts the…
Documenting the Human Experience
The grass is singing as I walk upon this ancient Earth. The mountain rises as the Sun seeks its rest behind the shade of an old oak. I love to breathe in the sky as the cooing dove comforts the…