--Still Water-- "As the thick green leaves of summer fly, preparing for the auburn fall, the cold and brisk winter nears. For many seasons, the soil dreads the thick crust of ice upon the ground. Birds hear summer's cry and winter's breath and are called forward by the dawn upon the horizon. Mother fawn and little doe trample the meadow, nibbling on the rich soft patches of grass. As the cold grip ever nears, trees hug the creatures, and brace for hard days. And as the world spins on, the still water ripples, frozen over by ice. Nothing ever stays."
Thank you PythoGames for making this scene for me ^^ Ugh I cannot draw on scratch :( Music from Pixabay Still water <3
