The farm has a peaceful feeling. The cows calmly feeding
The early morning sky gradually drying the glistening frost
The only true sounds which MIGHT be cacophonous — the large winter birds in the sky
I, actually, love hearing them calling to each other — I always call to them myself, inviting them to stay with us. They would be safe here. The cows would protect them.
They are beams of brilliant color and sounds rippling through the air
Peaceful…the light dwindling into a dim afterglow
A secret formula of magic spoken to us from God
From my world to your heart,