Life at its beauty

by ~XOHOLLYOX~   Feb 16, 2006


The wind in the grass
Like soft waves on the ocean
Rippling heather and forth
Beckoning you to sit and watch
Spell bond while the time passes
And so does the wind pass
The grass creases its motion
Thus the facination of beauty is gone
While beauty is still there
Only the spell is broken
So its time to go
And cast the eyes upon another
Creation of nature

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  • 18 years ago

    by eric

    Thats gnarly :)!