GirlInTheGreenGrass
02-02-2006, 06:53 PM
Streched out in the tall grass, I make
shapes out of the clouds.
I can hear the wind whistle as if to let me
know it likes my presence here.
It sways a nearby willow tree in the most
delecate way, so that I can't look away
from the innocence, the freedom of it...
the deepness of understanding.
The essence of nature perfumes the air,
keeping me in a calm, serene state.
The birds sing the most beautiful song I've
ever heard, the song to my heart.
I stand up to dance, raise my hands to the
sky... for the beauty of the silence.
shapes out of the clouds.
I can hear the wind whistle as if to let me
know it likes my presence here.
It sways a nearby willow tree in the most
delecate way, so that I can't look away
from the innocence, the freedom of it...
the deepness of understanding.
The essence of nature perfumes the air,
keeping me in a calm, serene state.
The birds sing the most beautiful song I've
ever heard, the song to my heart.
I stand up to dance, raise my hands to the
sky... for the beauty of the silence.