Apr 2012
Evening meadow in November
Glowing in sun's golden ember
Wind whispers in the grasses
Kestral screeching as he passes
Giant storm clouds in the distance
But above my head the sky is clear
Birds singing in persistance
Calling for the attention of my ear
Glowing in sun's golden ember
Wind whispers in the grasses
Kestral screeching as he passes
Giant storm clouds in the distance
But above my head the sky is clear
Birds singing in persistance
Calling for the attention of my ear
©Sunshine Beam
True story. I wrote this while hiking at one of my favorite spots.
True story. I wrote this while hiking at one of my favorite spots.
