What greater praise can I give you than to call you
green? Green, rooted in light, shining like the sun that
pours riches on the wheeling earth; incomprehensible
green, divinely mysterious green, comforting arms of
divine green, protecting us in their powerful circle.
And yet, lady, you are more than even the noblest green,
for you glow red as breaking dawn, you shine white
as the incandescent sun. splendid Mother, none
of our physical senses can explain or comprehend you.
.....Hildegarde of Bingin
This is my entry for the digital-whisper challenge (#22 Mother Nature). Imagery from e-vint.com, Holliewood and Finecrafted designs at Deviant scraps. Soft light, fresco and multiply filters used in Photoshop.