When times are dark
And shadows
are all you see
When the song of the lark
No longer sounds
from the tree
When all your fear
Is shed in a tear💧
Then remember …
The Sun shines every day
The Moon will kiss your tears away
The wind will blow
The grass will grow
And the blooms will glow
… just for you!
🌬 🦋 🌬 🦋
That was beautiful..
Thank you very much, Fia!