What troubles you today? Allow the winds of your mind to blow them free. Black clouds dominating. Winds intensifying. Waves growing. Yet in the nature of chaosis a tranquillity for the brave to discover. A thousand whispers carried on the windbecome the choir of heavenserenading troubles from the mind.
A hundred fairies holding on, waiting for the tiniest wind to blow their way. With a summer breeze, they all let go, free at last to float high above. Drifting on the flow of tranquillity, Settling only on their destiny.
Silky soft sands, so pale, so serene. Slow ballad of the crystal waves. Whisps of white against deep blue sky. Tranquil in all ways.