My Song

[radgareb]

Nature herself, it seemed, raised me
For but to her maker to give thanks.
And so I did, amid the rolling sea, standing tall on deck, fearless and defiant in the raging storm and crashing waves.

Or on a calmer sea, glass still. A solitary sailor spellbound as a full yellow moon rose from the fathoms, and climbed up out of the sea and into the sky.

Nature herself, it seems, raised me
For but to her maker to give thanks.
And so I have, on a white sand beach, as the wind with a woman's name rushed ashore, and the lightning flashed down. I with palms raised high stood my ground and sent up my spirit into the storm.

Or on a warm summer day in a crystal clear surf, greeted by a gentle Manatee and invited by a smiling Dolphin to swim with her happy pod.

Nature herself, I deem, has raised me
For but to the creator to give thanks.
And so I do, from the top of the mountains, as the Sun rises through the clouds below me, and paints the sky a many warm colored glow.

Or from deep in an ancient green forest, as a Bear crosses the stream and a path is discovered through a waterfall that leads to the woods of the Sidhe.

Nature herself, I conclude, raised me
For but to our creator give thanks
And so I will, as I journey through a world of seen and felt among those creatures whose hearts and eyes are tightly shut. Doing A ghost dance to open eyes.

Or with an Angel, a dream realized, the creators soul gift and a perfect treasure.
My Anam Cara, through time and space searching her divine embrace.

Nature herself, raised me
I give thanks.

[Panas]

Another fine piece of art Radgareb. Thank you for sharing this, I love it.

Love & Blessings Phil