' Clouds kiss the mountain's towering peak,
Whispers of freedom the winds softly speak.
Birds dance in circles, high and wide,
Gliding through vastness, where earth meets sky.
Whispers of freedom the winds softly speak.
Birds dance in circles, high and wide,
Gliding through vastness, where earth meets sky.
The mountain stands, steadfast and tall,
Yet birds know no barriers, no rise, no fall.
I watch them soar, and my heart takes flight,
Longing to chase the boundless light.
Yet birds know no barriers, no rise, no fall.
I watch them soar, and my heart takes flight,
Longing to chase the boundless light.
To break these chains, to rise and roam,
To make the open sky my home—
Like the birds, wild and endlessly free,
I yearn for the sky to carry me. '
To make the open sky my home—
Like the birds, wild and endlessly free,
I yearn for the sky to carry me. '
Materials: watercolor and pencils.
Some images of the process, including thumbnail and ink sketch:
