Against all odds

Clouds of noise and grieve are clogging ears,
And blinded are the eyes by superficialities.
Even though she tirelessly whispers her mysteries,
Like a breeze of fluid beauty and grace,
As the sound of her waves simply pave the way,
seeking to stream through spirit and soul.

Natura Pudica
EWI. Against all oddsII. EncounterIII. AlienIV. A new worldV. Birth