okay, here I go again:::: This one doesnt hvae a title yet I just wrote it... I am having troubles writing lately... but I'll post it anyway. the newest addition to my collection. The rain has been falling for over a week now the sky as dark and clouded as my thoughts. Outside you can hear the soft patter of the falling water gently shattering on the dead leaves - - carried from the trees with the change of seasons. I was told three days ago, that the senses are lifted by the serene sound of water descending- - out of the sky, and on to the ground the serene sound of it creeping down the grassy knoll and the vision of it slowly soaking the autumn auburn leaves as it flows. At times like these, it is hard to imagine that a beacon of hope is a hard rain fallin', The world of magnificent color is replaced by monochromatics - in the hue of gray. The bees aren't out buzzing, not today, not today - -Today, I realized a new kind of beauty, one of nature's most subtle, yet striking artistry's: The connection between nature, and itsself, between nature and me. my ability to finally step back and think, to appreciate the present, for what it is. ...To slow down, To take in, To breathe.
