There is something so humbling
about standing beneath the clouds
on a windswept day
as part of your consciousness
spreads out into the yonder
and the rest of it is
fluttering like Tinkerbell
just beneath your heart
where reason rolls away..
There is something so humbling
about standing beneath the clouds
on a windswept day
as part of your consciousness
spreads out into the yonder
and the rest of it is
fluttering like Tinkerbell
just beneath your heart
where reason rolls away..
Just saw your post. Nice! Thought you might like this one. I'm no photographer like you. I'm just surfing and replying right now.
pretty : )
The power of green 😍
Such a beautiful poem and photo. A blessing vibrating in tender green