Discussions are stunning

Whizzing past with fast cars
Country side in my eyes
The smells hit inside

We listen to bieber,
We dance
And sing
Then little one
A believer...

She is embraced

Look at the sky
Behind the grey
I say

The sunset so beautiful
Orange and grey
She says

I ask
What is your favourite part

She replies
Sunset

Inquisitively I reply
Why

She sits for a while
Considers
Sighs
And
Replies

Its pretty, orange, shining
Purple and pink some times
She stops, considers her response

Then sighs and replies, with arms and a beautiful smile

Its just too beautiful to describe.

Took the words right out of my mouth
The animated child.

The  large  Ash  tree  in  my  garden.
I  thought  it  was  dead.
I  told  everyone  it  was  dead.
Now  It's  suddenly  sprang  to  life.
Very  late  though  nearly  end  of  May.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

My emotions were once monsoon rains now a dry summer day. I look in the mirror and notice that I've grown, my appearance has changed. The person from a year ago will never stare back at me with crying eyes and obvious hurt, I am now a woman who is more at ease and alert. No longer feel that I am lost but evidently found, you feel enthused after burying your troubles in cold hard ground.