Everything has a voice, the slient breeze, the way the trees rustle leafs together as a soft breeze flows through them, the quiet songs of birds , even the silent march of insects unseen.
Everything has a voice in their own language
Everything has a voice, the slient breeze, the way the trees rustle leafs together as a soft breeze flows through them, the quiet songs of birds , even the silent march of insects unseen.
Everything has a voice in their own language