Photography, Nature, & Poetry feed my Wandering Soul.
Despite society's stare.
Like roots through concrete walls,
She grows without care.
Through storms and through pain,
Her spirit remains whole.
A force of nature,
With strength in her soul.
Despite society's stare.
Like roots through concrete walls,
She grows without care.
Through storms and through pain,
Her spirit remains whole.
A force of nature,
With strength in her soul.
Tiny creatures emerged from hidden realms while sunlight danced on stream ripples like scattered diamonds.
How my soul yearns for those precious hours when time flowed like honey.
Tiny creatures emerged from hidden realms while sunlight danced on stream ripples like scattered diamonds.
How my soul yearns for those precious hours when time flowed like honey.