A new sense of hope was in the air.
The air was crisp,
the sun was rising;
it was the perfect morning for new beginnings.
As the sun slowly rose,
the rays of light moved across the forest trees.
It was constantly changing,
yet it was so beautiful.
Maybe change isn't so bad after all.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
A new sense of hope was in the air.
The air was crisp,
the sun was rising;
it was the perfect morning for new beginnings.
As the sun slowly rose,
the rays of light moved across the forest trees.
It was constantly changing,
yet it was so beautiful.
Maybe change isn't so bad after all.
