I am the earth.
And even if you think I am still in winter, I do not sleep.
When the snow covers me, when frost hardens my skin, and the wind sweeps my fields bare, I retreat inward. Deep beneath my layers, I keep what you canno
I am the earth.
And even if you think I am still in winter, I do not sleep.
When the snow covers me, when frost hardens my skin, and the wind sweeps my fields bare, I retreat inward. Deep beneath my layers, I keep what you canno