Friday, 29 July 2011

  • -Morning

    Birds singing in the wee morning hours, a gentle alarm clock

    Dew still clinging to the emerald blades of grass, tickling my bare toes

    Leaves swaying in the gentle breeze, their colors changing all too soon

    Trees standing proudly, trying hard to reach into the incredible blue sky

    Clouds like puffy and sweet, sweet cotton candy...