When I was the forest….. when I was the river
When I was the stream, when I was theforest, when I was still the field,when I was every hoof, foot,fin and wing, when Iwas the skyitself, no one ever asked me did I have a purpose, no one everwondered was there anything I might need,for there was nothingI could notlove. It was when I left Read more about When I was the forest….. when I was the river[…]