
This is the weather of being intoxicated;
This is the weather of waiting for someone;
This season of spring might steal my heart.
This is the weather of being intoxicated;
This is the weather of waiting for someone;
This season of spring might steal my heart.
A bond so deep even lifetimes could not separate us;
A bond so deep that if I never saw you again, I would build a shrine in my heart and worship you like a God.
Inspired by these beautiful trees I met during a forest stroll.
Follow your heart:
Facts and figures,
Cannot account for,
A deep-seated inner knowing.
We dream of escaping to magical lands,
Fantastical places brimming with gifts,
When the truth of the matter is,
What we seek is right beneath our feet.