Peaceful Dove clouds It became a messenger of

It became a messenger of the marsh’s vitality

lost in a quiet sorrow

the unclaimed bodies of things the tide had taken and returned

the Heron weaves magic into the fabric of existence and as the Heron glides

Peaceful Dove clouds It became a messenger of'A peaceful Dove lived in a tranquil forest nestled between towering ancient trees. She was known far and wide for her boundless energy, not in a frantic sense, but in the gentle, persistent way she approached life. Her energy was serene, like a flowing stream that never tired of its journey. Every morning, she would gracefully ascend to the highest branch of an old oak tree, her gentle song filling the air as if singing a hymn to the world. With each