Orchestra of Wet Clothes

My little rabbits! Go to sleep because I recognize the sound of the lullaby wind on the rock and the sound of the lullaby wind as it softly passes over the grass so that the dragonflies do not wake up. I hear the sound of the wind when it sings the song of the green land among the oaks, as if I am standing under waterfalls falling from the cliff and the summer sun is spread on the lilies…