Those trees used to give shade and fruit. Now they give bruises. And don’t get me started on those cursed acorns rollin’ around like they own the place. Nature’s gone mad—go remind it who’s boss
Those trees used to give shade and fruit. Now they give bruises. And don’t get me started on those cursed acorns rollin’ around like they own the place. Nature’s gone mad—go remind it who’s boss