As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I’ll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I’ll acquaint myself with Related Posts:In November, some birds move away and some birds…The only thing better than waterfalls and sunsets…Even if you can’t sing well, sing. Sing to yourself.…Do not feel sad for your tears as rocks never regret…
