I looked out upon the green meadows,
Glistening with fresh morning dew.
I took a deep breath,
The cold air filling my stale lungs.
I felt the grass under my feet,
Soft and swaying as I walked through it.
I moved towards the mysterious woods,
Dark and foreboding in all its' majesty.
I drifted between the trees,
Ancient history surrounding me completely.
I moved to the spring in the center,
A glimmering pool of hope, sunlight carefully caressing the surface.
I looked up into the dense foliage,
The leaves blotting out almost every bit of sun...
I looked up from the book I was reading, thinking;
'That was beautifully written, and beautifully thought.'
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
I looked out upon the green meadows,
Glistening with fresh morning dew.
I took a deep breath,
The cold air filling my stale lungs.
I felt the grass under my feet,
Soft and swaying as I walked through it.
I moved towards the mysterious woods,
Dark and foreboding in all its' majesty.
I drifted between the trees,
Ancient history surrounding me completely.
I moved to the spring in the center,
A glimmering pool of hope, sunlight carefully caressing the surface.
I looked up into the dense foliage,
The leaves blotting out almost every bit of sun...
I looked up from the book I was reading, thinking;
'That was beautifully written, and beautifully thought.'
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