Gentle Current

Whispers of the earth beckon, As the leaves dance in the breeze. In their rustling, I hear a call, A gentle reminder of our bond. The sky paints shadows on the ground, As the sky stretches wide above, And the rivers sing their endless songs, I feel the earth’s heartbeat resonate, In every whisper of the wind. I discover my place, A shared journey with nature, An unbroken bond that forever flows. Physical painting