An owl's cry echoesthrough the woods of old.In the untamed wilds,beasts stir and behold.Dark, heavy clouds in horizon's armstell of a storm,a slowly waking tempestin the summer's warmth.
9 years ago
harryestonoesserio
Nest - Summer Storm (acoustic) [Whom The Moon A Nightsong Sings]
10 years ago
Abaddon393
This is excellent, Who in their right mind would give this a thumbs down?