The Very First Peace

I'm laying down,

On a wooden rise,

Wating after school ended.

No one around just me and the wind.

I'm staring up,

At two large trees,

Dancing with the blow of winds.

The sun is shining through the green of the leaves,

Through the trees joined branches of solitude.

There is no sound,

But the blowing of leaves,

And the humming of the birds,

No smell,

Accept that of the beauty surrounding me.

No people,

No noise,

No pain,

No fear.

For the very first time,

Pieace.

Reviews

[Ben Campbell]

I am looking through the narrator's eyes, feeling the sun-warmed wood on my back, I see the trees, feel the wind...........I am right there with you. Wow.

[ColorblindMartian.]

Your imagery is amazing, I played this through my mind perfectly. Great write.

[MiidniightSoul]

I really like this. Very well written. Powerful and lovely. It has a nice flow and a vivid imagery. Keep it up.