Elephant Based

The percussion of the ear drum is the noise on the blinking gone. As the most in the miss is the condition of hugs that would have known.  In the hold of the hand, or, the cold of the land, it is ice on the rocks to the sheets of the melting that Glacier still talks.  Crashing into the ocean the sheets shed the spill, to fill the sea with ancient freeze.  So old the world in the news of such times, ships on the lanes to cruising the lines.  My belief is simply that life is exposed.  That special on the virtue to honor and truth, a branch on the frigid closure of state. The darning of the snag that brought down the house, oh but for the sound of the Organist late.

A pump organ in the grands of the days, a memory holds to the piano of laid.  A bench in the sit to turning the notes, almost not quite the Tea on a cheer.  I love to play naturally through, to the ends of the earth and the circus of steer.  I have spent a life on an incredible journey, looking to know that life played tunes to the strobes.  The guitarist with a harp to his mouth, as dg is a favorite memory to me. The horse has been my absolute in stout, so often the balance does work itself out.  

Saddle the horse and go for a ride, the trail of road is the vision of sighed.  There in the Redwoods a forest is grove, for in the thick dense trees are a fence.  To protect the living by providing a place, as the shade filters sunlight, the streams beauty with grace.  Be calm in the lumber as the ceiling advance, for the roof is made with shingles and stance.  Standing with timbers is also of scoot, for the work on the falls can run each to a boot.  With the sky in the park as blue is a lake, the hours of Moon are guiding stars state.  Quest on the water shed from the bank is natural, to experience the rain as it comes pouring to states.  December two-thousand fourteen had a storm, whereby California made a record from torn.  In three days time it poured like a year, this is an account of environmental tears.

To be of a breathing caliber by slate, I love the constellations that speak with a date.  Solar design to touch all the dimes, providing performance to the Comet by shine.  Fires to scamper the etch of the draw, snowflakes let winter cold the big law.  Mountains to cellars a walk to the fates, watches to believe that rivers can state.  The language of Ancients, the overlay gate, an Oracle of Ion to have spoken of make. Up with a compass to familiar the case as how can humanity not feel the change.  The rings of the flame put elemental by name, the Time in the Alps those sails are same.  Ice can be cubed to cool on the drink, flavored by properties that add to the blink.  Taste is the spice as The Wells of the night, learning to be able to realize a fight.

In the anchor of foot a decision to heel, guarding the day light while enjoying a sight. The type that surprises any sign to deliver, a handle to buckle a shoe for a giver.  A beautiful flock of Ringneck Doves have flown to my home. At first I thought a pigeon on grown.  The residence of many animals that cheer while delivering messages with joy for the year.  The seals that bark while the coyotes do purr, the hoot of the Owl that I saw with a clear.  Amazing how The Birds are such a fanciful gear, even the Woodpecker is packing the peer.  Swallows, Robins, Finches in sing, the Hummingbirds flying backwards at speeds of a Ling.  The cadence of rhythm sharing on ping, the geese that do write as the clouds formal being.  In the music of Nature that incredible work, just showing how reason brings wisdom to turf.