Rains come and the fires recede.
The trees dry and release their leaves.
It all falls,
gently down,
without effort, without fear.
an unhurried rhythm.
The golden lion stretches and yawns
retiring gracefully to his de…
Treb and I would love the track listing if you have it handy…
love this flow in here
love this one
Whoa.... Beautiful mix! Much gratitude for this faerie tasty…