From little acorns large oaks grow,
So, little graces, too,
Upon the hapless hope bestow,
Like early morning dew,
The parched with life imbue!
©Meanderings 2016
From little acorns large oaks grow,
So, little graces, too,
Upon the hapless hope bestow,
Like early morning dew,
The parched with life imbue!
©Meanderings 2016