Pneumalith
Old pine in spring mist –shadows flicker on the stone,silence takes the screen.
Pneumalith
Soft spring mist drifts—dew clings to thin, bright wires,fades into the blue.
Pneumalith
April rain tapping—soft moss glowing in silence,sand drifts, still, toward dusk.
Pneumalith
Bright morning light –dew rests upon silent grass,day quietly wakes.
Pneumalith
Spring dawn breaking—shadows dance upon dew leaves,light drifts quietly.
Pneumalith
Dawn whispers gently,Through tall grass, hope awakens—Light reveals the day.
Pneumalith
Spring breeze softly blows,Petals dancing in the air,New life starts to bloom.
