Whispering wind
Blowing steadily
Carrying the voices of nature
Onward,
Reaching all corners
Making Mother Nature's voice heard
Sun beaming down upon my skin
Feeling alive
In this moment

I can never say that I picture us, does a picture really say a thousand things?

If so I'll dip a paint brush into the depths of my heart and paint a scene.

An alluring scene with a blank inspiring sky and tall firm translucent trees.

A picture showing the one thousand words I can't gather the courage to say and hope you look at this blank print & somehow know what I mean.

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                    "Who's with me
                     To **** that tree
                In the middle of the sea?

Hanging between boundaries,
Golden leaves, mouth-watering
Sent war on countries neighboring.
Blood spilt, on heaven's ground
Where no innocent souls found.

                     Oh, those leaves!
                       A single piece,
                  Could worth a feast,
            But of what origin, atleast?!

But no! Let's **** that tree.
Draw our swords,
For a mighty peace!
Let's **** that tree!
Whose roots are