To take a picture of the wind would be to see the hand of God.
The feathered friend; as it soars among the heavens waves, does it plan its coarse or does it just drift where it may? Does this creature of freedom and flight have a destination in mind as it caresses the blue blanketed horizon? Does this beast just aimlessly glide into eternity not caring about anything as … Continue reading Birds of Freedom
Lightening creeps behind the clouds In blackness it's light abounds Thunder emerges from the vast space In silence it's rumble quakes Rain falls forth to soak the earth In the ground it finds its turf Wind forces it's way through trees and rain In spaces between it is not mundane Hail arrives with a veangence … Continue reading Sky Creature