There it is!

Floating about, upon the winds …

A songbird sings its beauty, calling forth
the lilies. Ride the winds, let out the
howl that rises up inside! Seek what
lurks there in the shadows, over yonder
there just past the hill …

It is there!

Unseen, unheard save for the whispers
it leaves upon the winds. Secrets of the
world, white noise to most … Yet, music
to those ears that know how to listen!

Petals of roses with perfume to permeate
the air …

Delicate, such is life, for we are all delicate.

The world is a garden of roses that needs
to be cultivated, loved … share that TLC
with those in need. Giveth to the land,
and the land shalt giveth back to thee.

Yet, as silent tears fall from darkened skies,
and the winds howl ferociously outside …
Mother Earth weeps her fears, and her hate,
to cast the world perhaps back to rites.

Sky Father … his roar is mighty as he sends
forth the winds to whip against the trees, and
his spear made of lightning … He wages war
upon the countless masses who have toiled this
once great land for personal gain, and giveth
nothing in return.

The wrath of Nature is great …