The treeline almost resembles mountains,
reflected in the calm waters below....no wind
not even a breeze.
The pink, turning purple and blue clouds
resemble cotton candy.
And a smile comes over me
remembering childhood.
The array of color with this sunset..
and the moon hanging above,
not yet revealing the constellations.
The frogs sing to me here,
I lay back onto the warm ground.
The blades of bright green grass tickle my neck.
Even the crickets laughter rings.
I close my eyes...
Feel the wetness brimming.
I hear the waterfall behind..
Such steady rhythm.
The whole world revealing a lullaby.
Never-ending, and breath-taking.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
The treeline almost resembles mountains,
reflected in the calm waters below....no wind
not even a breeze.
The pink, turning purple and blue clouds
resemble cotton candy.
And a smile comes over me
remembering childhood.
The array of color with this sunset..
and the moon hanging above,
not yet revealing the constellations.
The frogs sing to me here,
I lay back onto the warm ground.
The blades of bright green grass tickle my neck.
Even the crickets laughter rings.
I close my eyes...
Feel the wetness brimming.
I hear the waterfall behind..
Such steady rhythm.
The whole world revealing a lullaby.
Never-ending, and breath-taking.
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