colored pencil drawing

As Still as the Wind

As_Still_As_The_Wind

When the wind blows through my hair I can almost feel the places it has been. I can almost hear the voices it has carried for a time. I can almost be where it has been. Not quite, but almost.

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And so we Dance~ the drawing and the poem

And_So_We_Dance

I dance with the trees in the gusty wind
I dance with the sage in the mountain valleys
I dance with the flowers in the grassy meadows
I dance with birds on the morning breeze.

I dance because life is in my bones
I dance because love is everywhere
I dance because laughter fills my soul
I dance because innocence calls to me.

I dance with the grass that tickles my legs
I dance with the river that gives me life
I dance with the clouds swirling above
I dance with the mountains that call me home.

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