17 October 2012
Jumping at from branch to branch in the leafless trees, winter is on its way.
I look up to the cloudless sky, a blue fantasy waiting I be explored. The blazing sun sending its beaming rays down to Earth. Down below emerald grass covered the floor, moist with last nights dew, a stream ran through the centre. Trickling like a tune. It's clear substance like crystals, showing your true reflection.
Beautiful, that's all I can say.
Beautiful • Opuss № I