Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Everything had its place and purpose; a sentiment Lena could agree with. She gave an effervescent beam at both the notions and the acceptance of the tour, excitement brimming along her fingertips. Clutching her basket of supplies readily, she ensured it was no bother. “Not at all! I need to make some rounds anyway,” including water and food supplies, inspecting the gardens, checking the enclosures… “An extra set of hands would be welcome.”
Snagging at the gate in a rapid, ebullient pace, she allowed Sohalia to pass through before latching it firmly behind them, turning back over her shoulder, waiting for the woman to catch up. “What would you like to see first? There’s the shrine, gardens, and pathways – all with different animals.”
Snagging at the gate in a rapid, ebullient pace, she allowed Sohalia to pass through before latching it firmly behind them, turning back over her shoulder, waiting for the woman to catch up. “What would you like to see first? There’s the shrine, gardens, and pathways – all with different animals.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
