To sleeping hillsA Poem by B.JA morning walk with nature, something we take for granted
Fields so green ready to be discovered, walking this land
That anyone could discover, gaze across the field To sleeping hills, watching and waiting A mist gently floats about the sleeping hills Like a blanket protecting the summit The crisp air has a effervescence about it The creek gleams as the sun reflects Like a mirror to the morning A fountain of reflections Violets shy to the morning walkers Along the banks, gently touch an opening bloom Nature wears a morning smile Greeting you with a perfumed walk As the air warms, over the fresh running creek Clamber over branches bent by nature Weeping willows covered with emerald moss Their story is never finished, it lingers on in nature Above the forests trail, soft clouds Float, gently touching kissing the forest The rising sun creates beams of reflections An arc to the heavens above Gift wrapping the morning light So proud Morning light through a sleeping forest The mountain now within sight Like unwrapping a gift from the heavens above © 2014 B.JAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorB.JSouth Australia, Rural, AustraliaAboutI live in rural South Australia, among the best wine district in the state. I enjoy dabbling with words, seeing what I can create. I appreciate creative reviews. more..Writing
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