Sun soaked, majestic mountains bring tomorrow closer as His spirit’s image rises from the dew dried valleys of green grasses and silver streams.
Clouds cleared, with winds whispering of all opportunities available to explore tremendous gracious beauty that carry troubles away.
Sun sparkled, beautifully bound as if a tapestry were woven in a varied hue forever cast in the sky dancing with the morning mist.
People prayed, with wonderful cherished songs of the future and sad hymns of memories but gracefully all He did was make His presence felt.
Silence screamed, but His grave voice thundered laughter and sorrow while I saw Him looking through gorges engraved mountainside and left me with inner peace.
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