In a glade, where old trees sway, Four foes perished that fateful day. Moral fibres rotting into putrid dirt. Compressed into history, thick with hurt. The cosmos hosts this constant war, All seeking ...
A fox and a butterfly are also seen in the picture. Hiding in plain sight is a rabbit. It’s not on the right side. Now, check again and see if you can find it. The clock is ticking ...