Weak am I to appear before it's gloRy, stReNgth in nuMber with such elegance aNd grace is she to present herself. StaNdiNg tall before the canvas of blue not to waiver in the slightest wiNd. Powerful in ways that aRe never heard by the naked ear yet felt within the soul. Protecting asking notHiNg in return but that of love, compassion aNd humility.
Taking hold feeliNg it's powerful wisdom through out tiMe. Her majesty towers above in seeking to be free. Presenting herself as the valley of trees. ~poeticgarden.com
