Ever felt an angel's breath in the gentle
breeze? A teardrop in the falling rain? Hear a
whisper amongst the rustle of leaves? Or been kissed by
a lone snowflake? Nature is an angel's favorite hiding
The woods are never solitary--they are full of
whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty
soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity.