"A new life begins on the turn of time's wheel, as dawn's brilliant rise brings the church bell's peal..."
The soft, baritone voice rang pleasantly through the foliage that shaded a quiet woodland pond, leaves the only green upon the water, winter's thaw still too fresh for algae. Sunlight shone down through the canopy, bringing out the soft pastel pinks and lavenders of the hydrangea bushes that took shelter amidst the boughs. Though the gentle light granted warmth to all tho...