Diwata

In a place where trees caress heaven's cheeks where winds whisper wistfully, sharing their secrets to those who care to listen... In a place where sun and moon meet, however fleeting, where death and birth collide, giving way to the cycle of life There is She. the Diwata enchanting ebony tresses amidst fairest skin unspeakable beauty manifested with a voice that could melt the sun guardian spirit of nature There she resides quietly in the trees, ~the Narra, the Acacia, the Balete a blessing for those who care for nature yet wrath and curse await those who abuse it You may hear her song echo in the breeze, her sweet breath to cool the rivers, her teardrops mingling with the dew... Next time you take a nature's walk, stop, listen and just feel--- close your eyes and when you get that tell-tale chill through your bones, through your soul, know that she is there, watching your every move--- the Diwata