A carpet of green rolls off the mountain top. Souls of nature whisper to each other in the fog above. The lush green grass is dappled with tiny yellow flowers that sway in hypnotising motions.

These are the tales his eyes tell me.

His hair take me to the Scottish moors, on the cliff overlooking the sea i stand. The knee high grass mimics the waves lifting me off into the scarlet sky.

His lips lay me in a bed of roses, framed by his thorny stubble. Something so beautiful surrounded by something so harsh-i now speak of his soul.