The soul of singing is a glorious sunshine like a sea of golden wheat tops ready for harvest as morning unfurls a heavenly glow emerald softened leaves twist at the request of passing breezes ground shadows from the hands of clouds cool the skin while a piece of sunshine crosses over a back … More A GOOD START
Winds circle wheat tops twisting stems into spasms like thieves running over dried leaves and dead branches sunshine strikes window surfaces when passing clouds allow percussion’s of light to pass around dense mist the ground thirsts for rain the blood of soil
It’s where the earth intersects with clear geometric lines. Grand dominant swaths of fields flowing with wheat, gold and majestic, swimming lazily under a deep blue sky. Oceans of wheat, their tops waving in rhythm toward a distance far beyond. Buried deep below are the remnants of ancient rivers and lakes, feeding to … More AMBER SEAS
Roger Singer 