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The river journeys through beads of light. Passengers twirl and dance, not knowing the destination of their journey. She splashes with delight at the changes which nature provides her in aquatic dance.
Fire ravages the landscape with unpredictable savagery. Inhabitants flee from tyranny, while young parents mourn the loss of their offspring. Towering above the smoldering ashes, we stand with arms held wide to encourage the emergence of new life, and the renewed optimism in the spirit of ascension.
Daylight fades over cool waters, as ripples change to glass. Thoughts turn to achievements of days gone by, and peaceenvelopes my soul. Warmth surrounds me, and I give thanks at day’s end.
I’ll mail the description to you after the show Barb when you have more time to send me some information, and you can just pop it into this stand at that time.
Summer’s rich abundance yields an Autumn thirst for bronze, copper, reds and golds. The passionate craving for colour and richness before the dead of winter, is a desperate grasp at what we all know will be lost as winter descends and blankets all of the Autumn Blaze.
Another Summer has framed the emergence of the season of change. Brilliant hues of crimson and gold will soon fade until only emerald remains on the guardians of the forest. All who dwell here prepare for rest in the approach of Autumn shadows.
In Autumn’s fading light, the Maple, Birch and Sumac, reflect their warm and vibrant hues to all who gather near. Much can be gained by the knowledge and experience of others, as we take time to be still in their presence. Be in tune with the gifts of those in your forest dwelling, and like the mighty Pine, accept the warmth of Autumn’s Amber.
Sunset descends on these quiet waters, as all seek stillness after an engaging, but rewarding day.
The flat expanse of sun bleached rock meets the water’s edge as it has for many centuries before. Like beads on an abacus, multi-coloured pebbles record each breaking wave as they move in unison to a rhythmic dance. Day after day, they relinquish their being to the growing sand around them. Such is the life of the bay pebbles.
Cloud covers the evening sky like a curtain waiting to reveal nature’s rare performance. The distant orb arches in hazy obscurity, framed by oak’s last grasp at Earthly existence. Eyes lift the heavens in wonder, and reveal the splendour of the blood moon.