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[C] oming to this place of mine, hidden in the woods [O] pen field surrounded by trees, where the sad turns into good [M] y senses are alert, watching life walk by.
I lay down on the grassy hill Gaze up at the sky, hypnotized. Wisps and fluff meander on by, I wonder how they're formed, mezmerized... They swirl and play in the sky, Forever changing, unique shapes.
#nightdwellers The opulent moon resides over the majestic night sky. A frosted vision obscured by icy clouds floating by. Stars twinkle penetrating the darkness playing out a code.
As I glide through the snow. I realize the world. The world of peace and tranquility. The world of timeless beauty. Hearing the crunching of the snow. With every stride of my skis below me.
Snow from a dark sky fell, on a pillow feather day, breathing change in white silence, tempting melancholy away.
Walking over the summit of My Hill, looking solemnly down this chosen valley, I spied a wood Green, of conifers and ivy and holly and pine that so surprised me in this blank, dull, grey Winter.
To rest beside this brook, I find Will soothe and calm my swirling mind. The water chuckling as it falls And splashing light off granite walls.
I could not hear a thing Except the Hazy burden of a misplaced birdsong, Elegant as a hushed psalm, Echoing far away with the vagueness of separation.
It's dark, yet a chill and spray from the sea before me lights up my eyes. It beckons me. I walk down. Past the sun loungers, away from the restaurants.
I am standing alone on the shore late afternoon looking out in to the seemingly never ending sea. The sun is close to setting, but like me is in no rush to leave this placid scene.
You breathe in. The beautiful smell of the forest greets you. Green. Growing. Swarming with delicate life balanced in a wisdom you know you'll never posess.
I'm just gonna sit and watch. Can't find no words to say. I'm just gonna move. Gently ease out of the way. I'm just gonna breathe in. Feel the freshness on my face. I'm just gonna feel the breeze.
A icy cold breeze embraces me as I stare off to distant hills that are crowded with trees and converge making a green mosaic that reaches for the sky.
I watch the light shine through the amber leaves, the golden rays spreading through the glen. Everything suddenly seems to become alive with colour. The grass seems greener, dewy and crisp.
#youngwritershousehold The wind blows softly against my face, The shade cast by the tree cools my heart. The ocean waves relax the tension within, That would otherwise tear me apart.
The tides sing a song, As soft as the sky, The pull of the waves, And the clouds way up high. The foam of the surf, Like horses of sea, The salt on the air, Nature's timely decree.
Gently goes the sea here, A whisper on the shore, Angry are the seagulls, Settling thorn their score.
Smokey cape shrouds the mountains, drifting through rows of dimly silhouetted trees, rising. Mountains and mountains and mountains thick and sprawling with dark green and with hard sheaths of rock.
#happiness challenge I happened upon a meadow with soft carpet green, a place to rest tired legs from the places I had been. Edged with stately eucalyptus, sweetly scented on the breeze.
The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of life, The sky is ablaze with light so pure, The moment is soaked in the hue of a molten diamond.
The Lake Book: The lake water is so smooth and dark even on a sunlit afternoon. I pull all of life into my body sitting here on the fallen tree at the waters edge.
The reindeers pulled the sledge effortlessly through the thick snow. The forest was dense dark and silent. I didn't know where we would go. But I didn't care I just enjoyed the silence and peace.
The air is still here. The tree tops move gently in the breeze that exists up there. The outside world is muffled by the densness of the canopy above. Birds can be heard chirping happily all around.
I'm so in Love with the S.W. The first time I saw the Red Rock I started to cry. It came from the bottom of my Soul. It felt Like I had come home, after many lifetimes of forgetfulness.