A common space for harmonic peacemakers
When a dewdrop settles itself delicately upon a spiders web, O, what a sight, O, what a delight
Tis a cold and damp old morning and as the sun does wake, all I see around is a low mist floating upon the meadows. And there glistening in the early sunlight, o’er the Ivy and o’er the ground are dewdrops
Anyway it's always beautiful.