In the quietness of the forest my soul gets a rest. Just me and the trees and warm sunlight. Some singing birds, here and then a restless squirrel, traces of wild boars, a magical peace coming over me, knowing that Allah protects me.
In the quietness of the forest my soul gets a rest. Just me and the trees and warm sunlight. Some singing birds, here and then a restless squirrel, traces of wild boars, a magical peace coming over me, knowing that Allah protects me.
لم يتم العثور على ردود أو تعليقات