Morning on the Central Park Lake by Alex Gaynor
Amidst the thunder of the pulsing city, here is a refuge The lake like glass, caressed by the kiss of the gentle breeze Robins chatter above and around, playfully inviting others to this sacred space …
Amidst the thunder of the pulsing city, here is a refuge The lake like glass, caressed by the kiss of the gentle breeze Robins chatter above and around, playfully inviting others to this sacred space …