The morning breaks through the clouds
and the sun hits the green in the hills
so right,
like a scene from a foreign movie.
The main character embarking into unknown,
captivating rocks cradling them
as they ride the train to new lands.
Steam from the heat of day
rising and mixing with the wind and the breath.
So full but so silent,
only nature's stories.
But it's not far away
or a place I've never known.
It's home.
And I can't believe it's mine.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 12:14 PM UTC
The morning breaks through the clouds
and the sun hits the green in the hills
so right,
like a scene from a foreign movie.
The main character embarking into unknown,
captivating rocks cradling them
as they ride the train to new lands.
Steam from the heat of day
rising and mixing with the wind and the breath.
So full but so silent,
only nature's stories.
But it's not far away
or a place I've never known.
It's home.
And I can't believe it's mine.