Peaceful Dove clouds and the soft light that

and the soft light that caresses its feathers

the unclaimed bodies of things the tide had taken and returned

It became a messenger of the marsh’s vitality

a talent that has earned me the whispered stories and reverence of the creatures that call this place home

though his life was filled with others looking away

Peaceful Dove clouds and the soft light that'A peaceful Dove lived in a tranquil forest nestled between towering ancient trees. She was known far and wide for her boundless energy, not in a frantic sense, but in the gentle, persistent way she approached life. Her energy was serene, like a flowing stream that never tired of its journey. Every morning, she would gracefully ascend to the highest branch of an old oak tree, her gentle song filling the air as if singing a hymn to the world. With each