As the hours pass on, the sun slowly fades... The air starts to cool, the yellows turn to jades... The grass starts to sleep, and the trees begin thier vigil... The stars sing silently, with the help of a thissel... The moon begins its journy, for the beautiful heavens above, In all its shimmering beauty, The picture of a white dove... The streams flow on in rythm, with the mighty help of the wind... The angels are watching, The angels only God could send... The land is so peaceful, the universe so still, the world is asleep, but beauty fulfills...
Reason for writing:
One night I had a lot of stuff on my mind, and I wanted
to write something that would relax me, something that
I could imagine to get out my frustrations. I came up
with this forest image. I like it =)
Birth sign: Capricorn
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