The trees, my orchestra.
The wind, my acoustics.
The birds, my harmony.
The frost, my confetti.
The flowers, my lady audience.
The grass, my male audience.
The horses, my dancers.
Autumn leaves, my fireworks.
My Voice, for You.
The wind, my acoustics.
The birds, my harmony.
The frost, my confetti.
The flowers, my lady audience.
The grass, my male audience.
The horses, my dancers.
Autumn leaves, my fireworks.
My Voice, for You.
