Warm sun rays kisses my face,
as it gives warmth to everything...
Colors of the rainbow
in the little flowers...
The mighty oak tree
Roots deep and wide drinking earth...
The cool wind blows through the trees
Letting a haunting whistle travel the land...
Rolling hills
mountains...
Through Frosted Glass (Collab)
Sun is shimmering...
Silky threads of night
entwined with river's stillness...
The immense beauty
stunning views celebrated...
He opens his eyes
Without optical counterpart...
I make a wish and blow
I watch them float away...
Walking out into the crisp cold air.
You step on some leaves...
The distant roar
Of an approaching storm...