Walking on a frozen lake is never a mistake.
winter
With the flap of my wings,
I fight the wind to find you:
How low do you have to go to know that it’s time to grow?
Read about the tree that stood strong in the windy city
Walking on a frozen lake is never a mistake.
With the flap of my wings,
I fight the wind to find you:
How low do you have to go to know that it’s time to grow?
Read about the tree that stood strong in the windy city
