Winds
The winds of change flow against the flesh like a river. Eyes closed with wings spread taking the fall. Fly or hit a choice made, but never for the faint of heart. The never ending supply of life forcing us to sink or swim. Change always coming as sure as the rivers find their way to the oceans. So open those eyes, and choose to fly. The sky is the limit, and joy is within reach!
The Arrow Preacher 