#WhisperingNature
In the flush of the dusk,
My eyes adjust to the dim twilight,
of the magical scarlet sky,
In the canvas grey clouds.
The stars and the moon illuminate
light in my weary soul,
And my worries fed.

With unshaken pride,
Still waters pass on solid rock,
like an harbor of strength and a gift
to overcome all storms,
the water fall whispers.
In the...