Wanting to be found..

Wanting to be found

A tree by a river, a dock by its bay
A sunset so vivid, a picture to portray
Snow cascades a mountain
A deer and foe lay low, leaves crumble and fall
as the winds begin to blow
Sprinkles of rain creep silently down, while
stars gaze over a sleepy little town
A night thats too quiet for sudden sound,
all seems shy in waiting,
wanting to be found

All rights reserved Jessie (08-Aug-2011)