When I end, I will end as a tree ends: as a fire, bleeding out the sunlight from every summer it lived.
So do not judge me yet.
You have only seen, how I begin."
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighbouring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
Softly the Angelus sounded; and over the roofs of the Village columns of pale blue smoke, like clouds of incense ascending, rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment."
- Excerpts from the poems of Longfellow
This is my life today
Sorry Canadian friends <3
oughoughough if there is a heaven, I will be able to play this there.