Flowing and soaring into the air, billowing as it passes by trees, whispering breezes at their leaves, touching lips of imagination as it kisses it lightly in a silent friendship.
Being alive in Mother Nature and humanity together, picturing images as they become created in the very midst of rhythms tonight.
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Whispering breeze, leaves, lips of imagination.. wonderful dear RoseAnn