About me
“If only, if only,” the woodpecker sighs, “the bark on the tree was as soft as the skies.” While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, he cries to the moon, “If only, if only.”
“If only, if only,” the woodpecker sighs, “the bark on the tree was as soft as the skies.” While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, he cries to the moon, “If only, if only.”
