Spinning trees.
Swirling colors...
Swaying leaves.
Leaping souls...
Dizzy bodies!
Dizzy bodies happily crash near the deep roots of breathing trees.
Dizzy bodies wildly breathe, waiting for the sunset to calm them.
Leaping souls violently dance, like shadows reflected in a raging fire.
Leaping souls invite curiosity, like the sun when it gently bows down to kiss the moon; ignited by this mystery, the enamored moon rises.
Swaying leaves break away and cascade in the wind, like the ebb and flow of the tide, mesmerized by the ignited moon.
Swaying leaves disappear, like every moment which is brief, but new ones twirl before our eyes like memories; they remind us to live!
Swirling colors swim around us, making us diverse and unique.
Swirling colors birth creative paradoxes that dive into our souls; they shock, awaken, and make us thrive.
Spinning trees look wild and untamed, but their roots have broken the earth and vigorously grow deeper still.
Spinning trees allow birds to build their nests in their branches. Dreams are birds and hopes are their nest; we are these deeply rooted souls!
Dancing clouds make us like a child... ..dreaming. dreaming. dreaming!
Dancing clouds move and take shape, and our imagination is endless; we gratefully laugh and peacefully smile, because we know we are pulled near to the one who inspires, drawn closer by the God of all encouragement...