His heart made new like a blue morning sky for every creature to breath fresh air and inviting all to take wings and fly. Scratch the back of the earth and know a deep form of blessing. The fields of green are growing. All the crusty developers the mostly crew that has erected rust buckets for rats and crap producing workers are leaving. What was on the wind they heard to well.
Green fields pave over the urban mess renewing place, air and environment.
The freshness is so strong. Deep, slow breathing is the only thing that allows this perception to be taken deep inside where its arrow is targeted as sure as an eagle s penetrating vision. This is the season of renewal brought on by natures own mechanism to spring clean, to take the universe inside one tiny body and turn it inside out, shake it, bake it, and beat out the dirt. The windows even busted out - their grayed panes shattered on the soil gulp in fresh air and sun making all the wounds real at the pace of healing. This is a miracle, help me surrender completely to this washing wave like a big kiss from heaven bringing with it big life and bright eyes.