Byron rested his golden curls against his childhood tree, that felt his warmth and presense everytime he approached as kindred spirits, Listening to the whispers from the Divine, as his dexterous fingers translated them into musical form. In a transdental reverie, he allowed himself to be an open conduit, a blank canvas waiting to be awash with kaleidoscopic vibrations, Subtle, pulsating, swirling vortex arose from the deep roots, as the tree swayed like a cradle in the hands of the Divine, Sensations of euphoric bliss washed over the Forest, as the atmosphere glittered and shimmered, as the Maestro stood at the helm, and delivered an outstanding performance.
Byron rested his golden curls against his childhood tree, that felt his warmth and presense everytime he approached as kindred spirits,
Listening to the whispers from the Divine, as his dexterous fingers translated them into musical form.
In a transdental reverie, he allowed himself to be an open conduit, a blank canvas waiting to be awash with kaleidoscopic vibrations,
Subtle, pulsating, swirling vortex arose from the deep roots, as the tree swayed like a cradle in the hands of the Divine,
Sensations of euphoric bliss washed over the Forest, as the atmosphere glittered and shimmered,
as the Maestro stood at the helm, and delivered an outstanding performance.
Very beatiful! I like the way you use every detail of the image. Thank you my friend 🙏