Embrace the solitude of the sparkling morning dew, never to be rippled by the dove's gentle coo. Saunter through the fields saturated by the freshest of mists creatures about, free in their own existence. Among the jagged cliffs high in altitude gargoyles gazing upon that which may intrude. To stand with the single flower - petals smear a cloud, only an ancient voice cries out, never too loud. Treading through plants that administer thistly kisses, such a throe can only be taken as natural justices. On the banks of a flowing arm of a placid lake, thoughts swarm and gather, eager to