Sunbeams descend in every nook and cranny; the birds make a beautiful noise against the glow of the morning. The crow lands inside a Blue Spruce, boughs sway underneath tiny-clawed feet, bobbing of branches holds the interest of a squirrel who believes a nut may fall to earth soon.
Walking while the imagination falls into motion, a leaf lands at my feet, I look up and the clouds become a living canvass, breaking over and under, profound, alive, forming images of the imagination..
Everything is alive here upon Mother Earth and in the Heavens, we tend, we produce and make room for those who will come after us. Only when we are gone our pain ease, our cries quelled and peace will be delivered unto us that wait in patience.
Authors Books located at: Amazon.com