You follow the sound of trickling water until the forest opens before you. Time slows. You sit and listen to the water whispering over the stone shelf. You're privy to the forest's secrets.
Behold; the glory days are coming;
Where we will see the fullest flowers bloom in the greenest fields,
glowing brightly; pushing the dark away.
Where comfort, peace and silence reside.
Where the streams of waters will fall soft upon the florals.
Where bloom has no beginning or no end.
Where the trees push out of doubt into new life,
and where birds rejoice endlessly.
How plain the steadfast stone,
How fair the shifting surrounds,
Thriving green back,
Trickling spells front,
All leading to me, whispering to me,
Whispering, whispering, whispering…
Streams in the woods are my favourite ❤
so much life goes unnoticed – listen & look
Behold; the glory days are coming;
Where we will see the fullest flowers bloom in the greenest fields,
glowing brightly; pushing the dark away.
Where comfort, peace and silence reside.
Where the streams of waters will fall soft upon the florals.
Where bloom has no beginning or no end.
Where the trees push out of doubt into new life,
and where birds rejoice endlessly.
How plain the steadfast stone,
How fair the shifting surrounds,
Thriving green back,
Trickling spells front,
All leading to me, whispering to me,
Whispering, whispering, whispering…
Be Yourself