The Naturist
In the gentle breeze, I whisper to nature's grace,
As the leaves rustle, they listen to my embrace.
I share my secrets, my hopes, my fears,
And nature responds, in whispers that I hold dear.
The trees sway in rhythm, as if they understand,
The language of whispers, spoken by my hand.
The birds join in, their songs a...
As the leaves rustle, they listen to my embrace.
I share my secrets, my hopes, my fears,
And nature responds, in whispers that I hold dear.
The trees sway in rhythm, as if they understand,
The language of whispers, spoken by my hand.
The birds join in, their songs a...