The wonders

O tell me how the waves crashed by the shore

And how magnificently the sun kissed the meadows

Show me how the diamonds were made from coal

Or the clear glass from the brown sand

Whisper to me all the wonders of the world

And I will see them through your closed eyes

For I will grasp every little memory of ours time

Till the end of time when we peacefully die

Author's Note

I have been having a writer's block (although I wouldn't call myself a write, but moving on) I tried to write over it and I am not really sure of this all.

Reviews

[Insight "MH"]

Wow... This is different! "In a nice way!", the style is magnificent, every line is a world of its own. Well done, really well done :)

[B. Boileau]

Wow ,if this is an example of writers block, I wish I'd have it! You need not be unsure. This is beautiful. Your words whisper the wonders of the world.
You should indeed call yourself a writer...

bill. : )