Amber Journal Entry: What Feeds My Soul

What feeds my soul,

What deeds I behold.


Sound of water rushing,

Sound of waves thrashing,





Sounds of wind blowing,

Sound of liquid flowing.


Smell of Springs yields,

Smell of meadows fields,


Smell of Autumn falling,

Smell of Winter calling,


Sight of sky so blue,

Sight of night so true,


Sight of mountains forming,

Sight of sands conforming,



These I behold and feed my soul,

My spirit seeks the love that speaks.


Unconventional,

Unconditional.

Ignited and orchestrated,

By the creator above.


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