Do you see a picture of a bird?
Or
Do You see a picture of the sky?
.
Why?
.
The cries of the hawk,
Filled the skies….
Awakening all that could hear Her
Keeekeeeeekeeeeee.
.
I look up.
I pick up my brush and paint.
Do you see a picture of a bird?
Or
Do You see a picture of the sky?
.
Why?
.
The cries of the hawk,
Filled the skies….
Awakening all that could hear Her
Keeekeeeeekeeeeee.
.
I look up.
I pick up my brush and paint.