We felt the soul. We stood in the wildness to understand the power of the nature. We sailed the ship and watched the wave to crash the cloud. We watched the rain fall and smack the steppe to shape the Alps. We watched the time to bead the days and nights and wear the necklace. We sought the soul. We sought to see the eyes of the Mother Nature. And when we saw it, we knelt on the knee, fingertips touching the ground and lips whispering the praying of devotion. Those things we never saw embraced the overwhelming majesty. She’s got the eyes of innocence, voice of the bird, chest of the mountain, color of the earth, wings of the sky and the heart of the mother. We touched the soul.
