Words

Funny right.

More words.

The sand feels so soft under my feet.

Sunken emotions, rain drops pour.

Walking the sand is drenched.

Tears hidden by the clouds cycle.

Words, meaningless, don’t believe words.

Taking steps forward, the harder it is to drag my legs through the current.

The winds pushes me.
Which way will I go?

Mountain mist swirls up and curls in the air
With White puffy clouds as in Noddy’s toy town
Gold and green leaves upon the conical trees
Densely grew into the forest wild
Layers of withering leaves on the forest floor
Soon faded down into the earth, brown
Scenes change as seasons do
But the mountains blue
Stood ever so tall, as they should