Ice Blue - Ice ✞When through the woods, and forest glades I wander, And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees. When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.
Laws That Should Totally Be Real (That boy, always with his head in the clouds. The woman shakes her head, folding her clothes with more force than necessary. On the front lawn a boy lays on the ground, feet in the air watching the clouds in the sky.