Tag: #Wordle 469

Waking to the glass forestCharming as it may beWith the wind running through its leavesLike the sound of windchimes on my porchThis cannot be, send for the master druidWe need bird song, squirrels, well waterwe need bark, deep green leavesGo boy, don’t thinkThe spell, the chain must be brokenBefore the rain can send the old…