Two is better than one.
There is a time to wander.
And then there is a time when the wind stops blowing,
we fall to the ground and
began to grow.
Two is better than one.
There is a time to wander.
And then there is a time when the wind stops blowing,
we fall to the ground and
began to grow.
Are these two handsome guys yours? Great picture, and I am covered in chills from the excellent poem! 🙂 ❤