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.…Waterfalls wouldnt sound so melodious if there were…
