The cricket choir
The crickets tune their tiny strings, The evening folds its dusty wings. The garden keeps a watch so deep, While all its little flowers sleep.
Bedtime · Peaceful
A quiet garden at the edge of night.
The crickets tune their tiny strings, The evening folds its dusty wings. The garden keeps a watch so deep, While all its little flowers sleep.
Bedtime · Peaceful
A quiet garden at the edge of night.