Breathtaking
The air has woven a tapestry, a must see for all of us wary eyed souls, caught up in a state of disbelief. A beautiful morning, as the sun seemingly yawns to the wake of a new day. The crystallized droplets carried by the warmth, paints the flock of birds flapping in the wind. The trees adding color and strokes by brushing the clouds, yet another scenic image as a carpet of flowers sweep across the once barren land…breathtaking…not yet.
In the distance a moon hollowed out by darken clouds as liquid drops shadow illumination with each fallen tear as it reaches for the ground beneath. Off in the sky, dancing lines of light jump from each cloud while the band plays in the background a rhythmic piece. An eerie presence as the mist floats up mesmerizing the view…breathtaking…not yet.
A mountain, soaring to the heavens stands above the clouds. Before it is an army of trees positioned in a state of readiness, branches interlocked, while the messengers await the command. The mighty river gathers the essence of life to maintain the self worth of each soldier and feeding the peasants that wait anxiously in the fields. The roars of the wind as it rushes pass the openness, giving no restrictions to the wild fiery…Breathtaking, almost but not yet.
A fertile seed swimming in a pool of life becomes a soft tissue of fragile nature, a boy, a girl, soon to venture outward, a miracle. Fingers and toes grapple with life, touching, feeling, and walking in a new world that shares a common goal. Smiling and talking about all the wonders before us, questioning our every move of existence. Smelling, thinking, and growing while reaching for the heavens…breathtaking, yes breathtaking.