Nature

In the middle of it all… secluded in the stronghold a different kind of sun shines here , filtered , organic, living. Silent creatures stand watching waiting along the water’s edge , mountain passes , valleys and hills. The stone towers tear asunder . The denizen is always present , decay that lifts leaves and levels trees. The angry sky falls into anguish and feeds the hungry land below. The ill tempered one inside yanks the divide and shifts the pieces.