The bear grass looks so lush,
in the fading of the light;
it's pleasure on my vision,
as the day turns into night.
The breeze is soft and gentle,
like a lover's sweet caress;
the coolness is a balm,
in this eve of summer's rest.
Jax leads me by his leash,
he knows the way back home;
there is no pressure tugging,
it's like he's free to roam.
In the distance, mountains,
take on a purple hue;
pastoral hills abound,
the sky grows darker blue.
The evening's walk's refreshing,
it clears the mind and soul;
erasing turbulence,
easing living's toll.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 10:07 PM UTC
The bear grass looks so lush,
in the fading of the light;
it's pleasure on my vision,
as the day turns into night.
The breeze is soft and gentle,
like a lover's sweet caress;
the coolness is a balm,
in this eve of summer's rest.
Jax leads me by his leash,
he knows the way back home;
there is no pressure tugging,
it's like he's free to roam.
In the distance, mountains,
take on a purple hue;
pastoral hills abound,
the sky grows darker blue.
The evening's walk's refreshing,
it clears the mind and soul;
erasing turbulence,
easing living's toll.
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