Angel Born

On a Spring day we walk the trail through the woods.

The waterfall our destination.

The hiss of water rushing over rocks sooths to the essence.

Sweet tranquility echoes through the flora kissing our ears.

Birds in trees chirp as we step so carefully as not to upset or interrupt.

At one with surroundings, as one with hands binding together.

Through the foliage the soft morning sun kisses your sweet, soft skin.

Moments not for words, moments spoken within.

Moments treasured, moments spent in heaven with you

 

Reviews

[Alicia Schroeder]

Awesome, you can really capture the reader. I get a peaceful feeling reading this..