There is a mathematical precision in the freedom of the natural world.

His thoughts are not as his physical form is dominated by his surroundings.

They said that God was the only one who could create perfection and yet there lies a certain beauty in imperfection.

The light chill settles comfortably over the gritty city.

Royal blood doth flow through the delicate petals of a wildflower.

Even a twisted mind can produce wonders.

Colored frescos watch avidly each year as the best and brightest wander through its embraces.

He holds his imposing bulk effortlessly knowing his place in the world.

To proudly wave, a symbol of a nation’s hopes and dreams.

It is sometimes, the only thing we can cling to.