By: Andrew Tranter The morning air crisp, pure and clean The world is on the edge of awake In the distance, an owl says goodnight And a mist blankets a quiet stream Bird song already an hour old as the…
By: Andrew Tranter The morning air crisp, pure and clean The world is on the edge of awake In the distance, an owl says goodnight And a mist blankets a quiet stream Bird song already an hour old as the…