Under a Cerulean Sky
Braided gold
Flows through liquid hands
Summoning the world to
Rise.
Rumbling,
Nourishing,
Whispering…
Rivers carve
Mountains
Under a
Cerulean sky.
Crisp air,
Deep,
Deeper
Breaths.
Absorb. Inhale…
This
Sacred
Space.
Sweeping
Sentinels
Through the
Ages
Stretch, giving
Birth
To Nature’s
Luminous faces.
-Allison LaBine
Image: © Mac Stone
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