A PROMISE

Wind whispers through the trees in into the valley dark and green. 

Dew drops fall passing strands of silver. 

Birds call in orchestra on swaying branches. Singing of the nights dream of silence. 

Bright blue bloom under the shadow of fir canopies. The yellow speckled grass of spring. 

Trickle wash of a stony stream audible through the passing fresh air.

 

The promise of a day to come 

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Beautiful
Beautiful
Beautiful

[Quickbeam]

Thanks :-)