Long wispy green grass dances in the wind to the sound of water flowing beside it.
A fiery sun above. A bright orange mass trying to say hello to the world below, but blocked by a thick, layer of darkness.
We share the same sky but the beauty that wraps itself around us is so different.
Chaos, sadness, death envelopes the earth, while we try to seek out the tiniest glimmer of hope, light, and love. My heart has begun to feel heavy with all the discord.
A Tribe brought together by circumstance emits a bright energetic hue. A strong bond that cannot be broken.
Windmills, waterfalls, beaches, mountains all connect us through photos and words. Hopeful for the day to merge our cultures together.
I pray that the sky that connects us can one day remain clear of the dark clouds that cause so much pain. For the beauty that surrounds us can heal our broken hearts and propel us forward.