The harvest is done,
a blue moon hangs from a string of silver North wind found summer, and has stalked and killed her. I'm sending out puffs of ice cold breath tender stream gathering in the frost watching bejeweled leaves reach their final death and fall amongst the lost.
The stars tonight
Rose high in the sky, From paths I walk Through quiet night. For animals they crawl And bugs they bite, Not a moment I would wish for That would feel this right. For who thought my mind would feel so mellow? Passing fields of green And flowers of yellow. Joy fills my heart Through this hazy meadow, Greeting others with a smile And a sweet 'hello'! For tonight is a night Of joy and no sorrow, Leaving worries and woes Until tomorrow.
the whole valley
blended into a sea of black stark to the starry blue sky the mountains are the waves I am only a water bug
a natural painting is what i see
of flowers and fresh grass nearby a cloudy blue sky so breathtaking it always leaves me with a sigh no artist can paint so well and true like mother nature does it right here trees even give way to her sculpture game and let precious splendor come near painted with love, so velvety soft just like fragile life mostly can be look and appreciate what nature offers you as she whispers “please come closer to me“
The freckled yellow flowers
Smell like a breath in Roots braid and knot the ground Mange begetting rainbows A thousand leaves palms up to the sun Indifferent of the rain Weathered are the paths that led me To my mother's garden again.
I see a lion
through the rose petals in the bushes his mane forms and rests The wind blows and I can hear his roar revealing a pink tongue The gold of his body blends into the gold of the grass It glistens and it shines I see his power It is mine.
wisps of white endless rolls on the way down south deep mounds meet the land to the sky stars sparkle such silence wind blows
Each word I exchanged with you,
each one of them is raining down on me like falling stars. The sky I looked at alone, seemed like it was about to swallow me up. I was afraid. The starry night we shared was incredibly brilliant, it somehow seemed unstable. A single petal that came in my life. Only you mattered. This is my punishment.
I wish that I can grow
a garden out of words that way, I'll be as comforting like the cold breeze on a blissful night then, seeing autumn will feel so right but, instead of those I have this glaring eyes, that angers my father every time I'm envious of how people can be like sceneries, so beautiful and alluring yet, I am just...
Bleached with orange And a touch of pink Scenes like this Showcase how a beautiful moment Is only ever temporary