Ominous clouds, a storm brews
My eyes see grey, purple and blues
a lonely farm, white mist creeps
Fat rain drops fall upon shimmering sheep
.
I hear angels sing, their voices soar
abundance on the desert floor
Rich earthy smells assault my nose
Parched lands drink, now everything grows
.
Water is life
sacred gift of god
purposed through every cell of our DNA
intelligent
alive in me
.
(Picture – gondawana garden, Cairns, Australia)
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