Light and life

Dance of the Trees (A poem) On the whim of the wind the trees move. The wind is music and lead. Rhythm and pace. The trees yeild in the...

Wings outstretched, gliding on currents of unseen possibilities. Seizing the moment, Anticipating the wind's rise and fall. They drift...

For me, it's back to the beginning. God made us in His own image. So The Creator made us to create. However, wherever. In whatever sphere...