Braven The cold hard sting of the naked chosen stone; Felled, now, to the ground, and left there all alone. Into the heart of mother earth, the sweet life force now seeping. Timeless echo in distant wind; Rain now felt as weeping. Just or not, thus subjective; Fates, alas, bespoken. Fury rumbles deep within; Vengeance … Continue reading Braven

The Wind, The Rain, and The Mountain

The playful wind blows over the mountain tops, caressing the hills with deeply passionate effort, careful not to miss a spot. The trees quiver as the breeze rushes through, shaking their leaves with ecstatic pleasure, as only the wind can bring. The mountain stands indifferent to the wind, indifferent to the perfect pleasure the wind … Continue reading The Wind, The Rain, and The Mountain