His tone
In the hush of a summer's eve,
Beneath the canopy of stars,
I hear a whisper soft and clear,
A voice that calls from afar.
It speaks in rustling leaves at dusk,
And in the laughter of the stream,
It echoes through the golden fields,
A gentle, yet powerful...
Beneath the canopy of stars,
I hear a whisper soft and clear,
A voice that calls from afar.
It speaks in rustling leaves at dusk,
And in the laughter of the stream,
It echoes through the golden fields,
A gentle, yet powerful...