"Everything will be all right in the end. If it's not all right, it's not the end."

As much as I hated winter, I loved Winter Wonderland!

Thursday, 3 June 2010

Spontaneous summer inspired poetry.

The ambience of summer sunlight dances across the fields.
Cool, gentle breezes glide past me and almost push me toward the open plain.
I feel compelled to roll around the hills.
But I feel as if the natural beauty should remain untouched.
Clouds form in the sky like simple brush strokes.
Almost as if the wind is painting a picture on a clear blue canvas.

No comments:

Post a Comment