Jan 2013
The sunset glistens through the trees,
The forest floor is covered with pine needles and leaves,
The trees in the breezes creak and moan;
I love coming here alone.
Everlasting ferns at my feet,
A pile of rocky boulders make a beautiful seat,
When I come here I think of days of long ago;
And about creeks that bubble and flow.
*~Marian~
The forest floor is covered with pine needles and leaves,
The trees in the breezes creak and moan;
I love coming here alone.
Everlasting ferns at my feet,
A pile of rocky boulders make a beautiful seat,
When I come here I think of days of long ago;
And about creeks that bubble and flow.
*~Marian~
Written about a month or so ago. This place is my favourite place to sit and think at! It's so beautiful!
