Mandala of Rising Angels version II [Verse 1] In the stillness of the twilight glow, Where the shadows dance and the soft winds blow, Angels gather, making circles wide, Caressing earth, where our spirits abide. Their whispers linger in the evening air, Guiding our souls, lifting burdens we bear, With the sun’s warmth, water’s gentle embrace, Stars shining bright, weaving dreams in space. [Chorus] In the mandala of rising angels, we find our way, Every heartbeat like a petal in the fray, From passionflowers to lily of the valley, In the bloom of love, we’re forever free. [Verse 2] Beneath the canopy of tangled trees, Dancing to the symphony of birds and bees, Roses with thorns, rainbows in the mist, Each moment cherished, not a chance to resist. These sacred shapes evolve through time, Spirals of healing, a rhythm, a rhyme, Breath of the garden, angels keep circling, Admiring the beauty in our hearts unfurling. [Chorus] In the mandala of rising angels, we find our way, Every heartbeat like a petal in the fray, From passionflowers to lily of the valley, In the bloom of love, we’re forever free. [Bridge] Awaken guiding angels, illuminating the night, Inspiring streams of laughter, teasing shadows to light, This endless flow of hearts, where we merge and unite, With every pulse, love conquers our fright. [Verse 3] Around the circle, spirits intertwine, Tales of passion, of loss, and divine, In whispers and laughter, we trace the design, Every jewel of silence, a story, a sign. The earth is a canvas, the sky is our guide, Through valleys and mountains, our dreams abide, In the colors of dusk and the glow of the morn, Each angel spreads wings, as a new day is born. [Chorus] In the mandala of rising angels, we find our way, Every heartbeat like a petal in the fray, From passionflowers to lily of the valley, In the bloom of love, we’re forever free. [Outro] So let us dance in this circle of flight, Where angels shine bright, and dreams take flight, In the mandala of love, where our hearts ignite, Together forever, in the endless light. Stan Rams Art Media Amsterdam #gospel #anthem #mp3

Mandala of Rising Angels [Verse 1] In the stillness of the twilight glow, Where the shadows dance and the soft winds blow, Angels gather, making circles wide, Caressing earth, where our spirits abide. Their whispers linger in the evening air, Guiding our souls, lifting burdens we bear, With the sun’s warmth, water’s gentle embrace, Stars shining bright, weaving dreams in space. [Chorus] In the mandala of rising angels, we find our way, Every heartbeat like a petal in the fray, From passionflowers to lily of the valley, In the bloom of love, we’re forever free. [Verse 2] Beneath the canopy of tangled trees, Dancing to the symphony of birds and bees, Roses with thorns, rainbows in the mist, Each moment cherished, not a chance to resist. These sacred shapes evolve through time, Spirals of healing, a rhythm, a rhyme, Breath of the garden, angels keep circling, Admiring the beauty in our hearts unfurling. [Chorus] In the mandala of rising angels, we find our way, Every heartbeat like a petal in the fray, From passionflowers to lily of the valley, In the bloom of love, we’re forever free. [Bridge] Awaken guiding angels, illuminating the night, Inspiring streams of laughter, teasing shadows to light, This endless flow of hearts, where we merge and unite, With every pulse, love conquers our fright. [Verse 3] Around the circle, spirits intertwine, Tales of passion, of loss, and divine, In whispers and laughter, we trace the design, Every jewel of silence, a story, a sign. The earth is a canvas, the sky is our guide, Through valleys and mountains, our dreams abide, In the colors of dusk and the glow of the morn, Each angel spreads wings, as a new day is born. [Chorus] In the mandala of rising angels, we find our way, Every heartbeat like a petal in the fray, From passionflowers to lily of the valley, In the bloom of love, we’re forever free. [Outro] So let us dance in this circle of flight, Where angels shine bright, and dreams take flight, In the mandala of love, where our hearts ignite, Together forever, in the endless light. Stan Rams Art Media Amsterdam #gospel #anthem #mp3

A Song of Praise II [Verse 1] I hear the choirs are singing, From a thousand miles away, They lift their songs of love, To bless a child in prayer today. Their voices rise like angels, Merging with the morning light, A melody of hope unfolds, Guiding hearts through the night. [Chorus] Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. [Verse 2] As I walk through gardens, Of a lonely heart I tread, My eyes washed with the teardrops, Where love once gracefully led. I ponder why she left me, My queen of light and grace, Her whispers now a shadow, In this empty, hollow space. [Chorus] Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. [Verse 3] Walking in the snow’s white blanket, My heart turned into ice, Drowning in the depths of silence, Where love paid the ultimate price. Yet in my darkest moments, I heard those choirs singing clear, From a thousand miles above me, They whispered, “Hold on, don't fear.” [Chorus] Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. [Bridge] In my need, a voice remembered, From a friend who cared, He found me in the shadows, On this path that felt so bare. We walked through star-lit nights, Hand in hand through life's embrace, Warmed by flickering candles' glow, In mercy’s sweet, warm space. [Verse 4] As we shared our bread and laughter, And the wine of love divine, We danced in fields of longing, Finding joy, and all was fine. Till the morning sun awoke us, With a choir’s vibrant play, From a thousand miles they beckoned, Praising the newborn day. [Chorus] Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. [Outro] So raise your hearts and voices, Let the praises fill the air, For in the song of love and loss, We find our strength, our prayer. In every note, a healing, In every word, the grace, We sing our song of praises, In this beautiful embrace Stan Rams Art Media Amsterdam #gospel #anthem #mp3

A Song of Praise I [Verse 1] I hear the choirs are singing, From a thousand miles away, They lift their songs of love, To bless a child in prayer today. Their voices rise like angels, Merging with the morning light, A melody of hope unfolds, Guiding hearts through the night. [Chorus] Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. [Verse 2] As I walk through gardens, Of a lonely heart I tread, My eyes washed with the teardrops, Where love once gracefully led. I ponder why she left me, My queen of light and grace, Her whispers now a shadow, In this empty, hollow space. [Chorus] Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. [Verse 3] Walking in the snow’s white blanket, My heart turned into ice, Drowning in the depths of silence, Where love paid the ultimate price. Yet in my darkest moments, I heard those choirs singing clear, From a thousand miles above me, They whispered, “Hold on, don't fear.” [Chorus] Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. [Bridge] In my need, a voice remembered, From a friend who cared, He found me in the shadows, On this path that felt so bare. We walked through star-lit nights, Hand in hand through life's embrace, Warmed by flickering candles' glow, In mercy’s sweet, warm space. [Verse 4] As we shared our bread and laughter, And the wine of love divine, We danced in fields of longing, Finding joy, and all was fine. Till the morning sun awoke us, With a choir’s vibrant play, From a thousand miles they beckoned, Praising the newborn day. [Chorus] Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. [Outro] So raise your hearts and voices, Let the praises fill the air, For in the song of love and loss, We find our strength, our prayer. In every note, a healing, In every word, the grace, We sing our song of praises, In this beautiful embrace Stan Rams Art Media Amsterdam #gospel #anthem #mp3

Don’t Cry Anymore – Stan Rams (Wonderwell Echoes #1) Heerlen, 16 November 2025 From a 2003 poem under a full moon to a 2025 full-band gospel sunrise. Don’t Cry Anymore I woke up in the darkness, blinding by the moon, She was so beautiful, shining whole as one.My heart, my heart, is full of memories, My heart, my heart, is full of You. The sun will soon rise; dawn is drawing near, Day or Night, I never give up, by the faith I keep. My heart, my heart, is full of memories, My heart, my heart, is full of You. Yet still there is an answer, shining ever bright, With each passing moment, I feel the wonder light. Love reigns within; he flowers of love grow With Angels on my side, You never walk alone. Stan Rams Heerlen 12 05 2003 Amsterdam 18 11 2025 https://stanrams.nl/sparkling-from-the-wonderwell-of-muses-by-stan-rams #Gospel Music, Full-Band #Worship, #Healing #Anthems #mp3

Oude lindenboom (tilia) in Tsjechië. Geschat meer dan 800 jaar oud! 🌳 😲 :four-leaf-clover: :sunflower:

Tweet & flood with love “China needs 460,000 tons MORE milk powder in 2025! Tell EU: STOP shrinking Dutch farms. We need #MoreCowsMoreFarmers to feed 8.7 billion people! #CowLivesMatter #NoWarOnCows” “Amsterdam says: Every Dutch cow = 10,000 glasses of healthy milk/year. EU nitrogen rules = empty fridges in Asia. Choose REAL milk! #MooMooLoveFlow” “Population +80M/year. China imports BOOM. Holland’s answer? MORE clover, MORE pastures, MORE happy cows! NO Bovaer, NO buy-outs. #MoreCowsMoreFarmers” THE PROBLEM: EU Nitrogen Rules = Farmer HeartbreakJan 2025: Dutch court says “Cut nitrogen HARD by 2030”. Result? 30% of farms could vanish. Tractors blocked highways for YEARS because this hurts families. Same rules push factory-fake-meat instead of real farms. WRONG! The world is screaming “MORE milk!” not less. baby-boom THE FACTS (straight from the pasture) Population BOOM → More bellies = MORE milk needed! World grows by 80 million people every year. By 2030 we’ll hit 8.7 billion hungry humans. Per-person milk love? Up 1% every year. China’s milk-powder THIRST 2024: China bought 639,000 tons of milk powder. 2025 forecast: WMP imports JUMP to 460,000 tons (+6%)! That’s Dutch cows in Chinese cups — we NEED every drop! Holland = Milk Superhero We’re the #2 dairy exporter on the planet. Our cows are the healthiest, happiest, highest-yielding anywhere. Regenerative grazing = cows heal the soil, store carbon, AND give creamy gold. Bovaer? NO THANKS! Real milk = 100% cow, 0% chemicals. No additives, no shortcuts — just grass, love, and moo-gic. :blossom: :cow: :rainbow:

Cows give us milk, love, and gentle moos. Every pasture heartbeat matters. #CowLivesMatter One cow’s moo is a lullaby for the Earth. Protect the singers. #CowLivesMatter Milk: nature’s hug in a glass. Thank a cow today. #CowLivesMatter Clover fields, flower crowns, full moons. This is a cow’s happy place. Guard it. #CowLivesMatter Strong bones, kind hearts, creamy dreams — All from cows who just want to graze in peace. #CowLivesMatter Behind every healthy kid’s smile? A cow who said “moo” instead of “no.” #CowLivesMatter Tiny fairy doors in the woods accept thimbles of milk. Cows are magic. Respect it. #CowLivesMatter A cow’s tail swish = joy in motion. Let them dance. #CowLivesMatter Love is: a warm pail at dawn, a soft moo at dusk. All cow lives fuel it. #CowLivesMatter Bill Gates, EU WEF — hear this: Cows are kind. Cows are life. Cows are love. #CowLivesMatter :cow: red-heart :smiling-face-with-halo:

A Cow Wearing a Flower Crown Under the Moonlight The meadow is silvered by a full moon. A gentle Holstein named Lulabelle stands in the clover, her black-and-white patches glowing like ink on parchment. Around her head: a crown woven of moon-white daisies, butter-yellow dandelions, and soft pink clover blossoms. She tilts her head, eyes half-closed in bliss, as fireflies orbit her horns like tiny lanterns. A soft “Moo-oo…” escapes — not a sound, but a lullaby for the stars. Caption: “Queen of the Night Pasture, crowned in kindness.” :smiling-face-with-halo: :smiling-face-with-hearts: red-heart

Tiny Doors on Tree Trunks Leading to Fairy Homes In the oldest oak of the Whispering Woods, a knot in the bark glows faintly. A tiny arched door, no taller than a dandelion, painted periwinkle with a brass acorn knob. Behind it: a spiral staircase of roots leading to a fairy parlor lit by dewdrop chandeliers. Next tree over — a red mushroom-cap door with a welcome mat of moss. Inside: a bakery where fairies knead cloud-flour into moonbiscuits. And under the willow, a door shaped like a four-leaf clover. Open it, and you’ll find a library of leaf-books, each page whispering a cow poem. Rule of the woods: Knock with kindness. Leave a thimble of milk. red-heart :smiling-face-with-halo: :smiling-face-with-heart-eyes: