Miranda meanders

‘Tis a constant battle when I drown my fears

into a bottomless pit of tribulations.

I seek only for a divine presence to give me

something as rich as a diamond in the rough.

In times of great uncertainty, the cord of steel,

binds my heart to humanity.

When one wavers, we waver together.

We mustn’t fall.

Beneath the down trodden soils,

The real sense of worthiness stems from my roots.

These roots are nurtured by the tears they have shed.

Out of love. Sadness. Joy.

Blossom

As flowers blossom

Under the

Warmth of their love.

Photo credit @Sunghee Seewald

Mountains shape the landscape

With their bold presence

A silence resonating with mother nature.

Dignified they stand,

A mighty chorus sending vibrations of nature’s song from their foundations to their peaks; echoes fall into pockets of blue space

Pillowy clouds of white serenade gracefully across, moving to the rhythm of winds,

So soft, blowing kisses of comfort in midst of solitude.

Peacefully, the sun sets; coloured strokes of pinks, purples and orange hues painted against the horizon.

The horizon of which I am a part.