Circle of Seasons. Spent from a fair walk. Ripples in the pond fade. Cool air on the blue. Quiet; on soft ground the fallen leaves laid. Morning dew under the gray haze of dawn. Green on the breaking sunlight. The spectral rifts glisten in the morning light. First signs of day. Warmth of the shifting sky. The sweet essence of bliss. Silence in the cool shade of noon. Sunny day in the valley. The late day breeze chills the summer air. A far off storm over the hills. The ominous blanket of black clouds sails by the red sky. A rainy fog settles. Rolling thunder tapers off. The sunset overlooks the dim meadow. Crickets sing in the purple shadows of twilight. The moon shines through the night. Quiet whispers in the nighttime. Awaken by the midnight wind. Rising to the blowing chimes. No longer able to rest. Step down the stony path. Greet the eyes of the hawk. Clear the autumn leaves. And talk off on a fair walk. Fade away with the tide. Fade away with the wind. Sail away with the wave. Sail away with the breeze. Float to and fro. Hover high and low. Soar to the cool blue again. Sit quietly in the soft leaves. Welcome the misty dust of sunrise. Smile in the glowing hour. Rest till the sun moves west. Repose on a giant flower. Seasons of a life; seasons of a day.
Damn man, that was beautiful. I like how there are many, somewhat disconnected scenes that come together to paint a magical whole. Excellent work.
This is just beautiful,really really good,i read it through a few times because it is so good,well done on such a nice piece imagine.
