To wander and let the mind roam, its natures peace. The still water sits and invites the longest stare. The air is crisp, the ground is soft, the squelch of mudden boot. To look and see brings joy to empy hearts.
The glowing sun reflects upon the life of waters still.
A single bird wades upon the still.
The history speaks to those that listen
A single branch reaches for its dream, to live is all we need.
The geometry of man against a morning sky.
Natures grey sits upon the edge.
A painting in reflection, the trees kiss the waters edge like a lovers embrace.
To travel in the machines of man, the swiftest race upon the blue.
The barriers stab the unweary soul, the barb on guard to all that tresspass.
A gold tree stands proud.
The gentle clouds whisper to the land. They speak of age and timeless circles.
A bovine stroll amongst the grass, a simple soul makes its way.
The water laps the root, the tree it drinks it's mighty fill.
The sun peeks through the masks of nature wanderers.