Here It Is By Jesse Stuart The earth is a gentle mother. The leaves are her children. The summer is the long warm day when her children go to play. The autumn is the evening. She gently calls them...
The wind is nowa roaring, smashingmonster of destruction,raking all man's workfrom the valleys,from the vales,and sends them spinning,broken flying - but all of that isnot its core,its center is in...