Deep Woods

There is a stillness in the air with the weight of the passing storm. Crisp snow flakes in a lake of trees. The wind has turned this forest into a wood flute whose damp chimes are ringing under the rolling thunder. The angry lake cold and frosty. The peace of the sleeping wood.

The land of fables has come to life, here a perspective has changed. Somewhere echoing through the spirit of these sleeping trees is the act of nature unfolding. Many worlds are colliding, but a gentle breeze pervades that gives the solemn evening the fragrance of a smile.