THE WINDMILL
The clouds shroud the green warmth embracing this old windmill
that turns through time.
An image so pure that when placed before natures canvas of threatening storm,
it stands tall, and only knows to turn as if dancing with air currents -
becoming one with its movement.
This old mill knows not the fear of fight and resistance, but embraces this force.
It yields to the wind, and never opposes - thereby becoming an essential part
of this complete natural act of time. By so doing, becomes powerful.