I penned the following in response to my recent Holiday in Tassie see my travel blog
A Tasmanian Wilderness
The wind blows, blowing she blows,
where does she come from, where does he go?
Invisible breeze, mysterious wind, the spirit covers, revives, renews
ever present, ever new, within, without, encircles around.
Blissful mountain greens and raging streams.
Rivers flowing, trickling streams.
Echoes of the past, what does the future hold?
Glory be to God who has given us the light.