Hair-raising that they sure leave their mark behind, shame to of missed all the action.
Outside looking in, like a musical wonderland where the pipes play and although to be away from the city yet still celebrate all the same.
Like ghosts from the past where old music played where that something new to be heard keeps their spirits alive.
Keep it warm as while to be brewing they come up clean.
To see all these people doing that same old waiting game knowing it will bring that someone you wish to see. Where as always there is someone willing to dig their claws in, as a little birdy tells them for which perfect moment to proceed during the night.
In the forest; now the sacred worshipping idol is placed out of sight, away from everyday eyes. Behind a creature that crawls amongst the rocks, hoping this heed in interest for something sacred will benefit. Watching those work in the new prepared ground for crops, yet these workers are finding sacred items of their own. Items appearing from buried long ago to reappear again like long lost buried treasure. While reports are made something begins to stir, something in the heavens with stars and planets that has not been seen before. Something to push the boundaries when reaching further parts of the mountains.
In the stones; looking on the downside where they come cutting in like a roaring lion, things can change where their judgements are clouded, love who manages to get from a to b happens to be sitting on a cloud above.
1 kings Ch.17:V.17 "And it came to pass after these things, that the son of the woman, the mistress of the house, fell sick; and his sickness was so sore, that there was no breath left in him."
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