Though Fallen… #writephoto.

Fallen, never to rise again so was the thought though cut off from the root it’s spread all around the forest The roots are still alive, at the scent of water magic is in the uprising. Though fallen, still I rise. Surrounded by these great witnesses standing side by side earth’s fullness will prod through me Yet…

Angels Song.

I heard it first Twas while I slept I heard it again Could it be a dream Woke with a song In my head and resonates in my heart The thought brought me peace They said Angels sang to me So I awake to sing sing the peaceful ……ANGELS SONG.       In response…