Green grasslands alive Stretching towards incarnate sun Golden they lay dead
Green grasslands alive Stretching towards incarnate sun Golden they lay dead
Ripples in the air. Distant sinking horizon. A long desert road.
Breathe in happiness- Shackles drop from weary shoulders. Still in the moment.
Riverbeds arid, From headwater to heartland, Memories of growth.
Emotionally Unidentifiable Anticipation
The house sits silent, Light from a single bulb dim. Night presses inward.
Sorrow fills the night- Frozen rain falls, windstorm moans. In the distance…lost.
Soundless dark pressing. The road rolls in the headlight- An owl flies away.