• Footmark Of Nature

    My soul tastes the sweet love, still warm on my face.
    It's essence, still dwells in a mystic place;
    Where the whispers of wind influence my every thought,
    under a spell of enrapture, which angels have sought.... more »

  • Wind

    With unreputable awe, I take witness to a lulled abounding force,
    As subtle arousing whispers sweep through the effervescent valley;
    Dried leaves then flutter, in sunlight while trees bow to this
    glorious resurrection;... more »