Gossamer.
Ghosts.
Wafting
in the
breeze.
Floating
in the
clouds.
Loose
within
the land.
Spirits,
souls
of the
past
still
plying
the
world.
Ripples
of the
past.
All souls
vibrate
energy,
long lost
solid form.
Yet essence
remains.
Ethereal
whispers.
Echos
in the
hills.
Winds
over the
oceans.
Twisters
on the
plains.
What was
still is.
Reflections
of what
used
to be.
Listen.
See.
Orbiting
still.
Origin.
Home.