Open World,
Birds here and there,
Waves crashing on the still-laying sand,
A forest in the mountains,
A lake in an open field,
A stream crawling with life,
A river, with it's many turns and flows leading to,
An open pond with it's muddy banks,
In the distance, A busy city calls,
But I do not answer,
For I am already talking with the open world.
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 3:49 PM UTC
Open World,
Birds here and there,
Waves crashing on the still-laying sand,
A forest in the mountains,
A lake in an open field,
A stream crawling with life,
A river, with it's many turns and flows leading to,
An open pond with it's muddy banks,
In the distance, A busy city calls,
But I do not answer,
For I am already talking with the open world.