Summer days under sunshine haze beams white diamonds turning with ease across the backs of lazy waves Dancing leaves in a ballet breeze floating the feathered flock cascades blowing silken sails from green trees Fields full of emerald blades thousands of spears that pierce the sky the bed on which the body lays Above is clear and calm, and dry The tangerine sky bears the night The setting sun burns out a cry Though the moon shines in it's own right The sun is mourned till morning light
Really enjoyed this! As I read, I could picture everything! Very beautiful, keep up the good work! :2thumbsup:
