The sunlight creates a warm ray of honey kissing the fruity leaves.
The morning air warbles in smooth delight,
as sheep silently graze Earth’s pastures.
The ethereal stream caresses pebbles beyond the mountain’s reach.
Our movements become a haze absorbed in front of nature.
The lake’s water greets us in ripples of joy.
We meditate on ancient rocks – a fish drawn in by our energy.
The bird overhead echoes its call.
Clouds rub the tips of Snowdon,
whispering passing messages of moments caught in the wind,
with bated breaths they disperse.
Photography & Words by Barry Crisp